Thursday, August 25, 2005

poetry, my dear (string quartets)

string quartet 1

i’m afraid to close my eyes…
though bach and his strings
tell me to
lull me to…
close my eyes
and see you opening
those lids
that hide…
a humanity so simply beyond my own
i cringe and think myself too dirty
too dirty.

string quartet 2

i’m afraid to close my eyes…
and see you opening
those lids
in the pools of my mind..
that countenance
that stare
that glare…
i’m afraid to close my eyes.
to find you there.

it’s not you…
but simply the effect of a presence
that deems itself near unbearable
unbearable to the white dog
that’s within me.

i close my eyes.
the black dog feeds
feeding on the encompassing white…
i don’t die.
i live.
only to find myself gorged to death.

i’m afraid to close my eyes.
your stare will kill me.
i will die.

string quartet 3

these strings sing of death…
of love
and death
and the dying of one’s heart.
die my heart,
i want you cold.
i want you unwanting to behold
the aura of him
that makes you warm.
i want you stiffened.
i want you cold.

i want you unwanting
of what you want you’re told.
i want you looking ahead…
i want you all-focused
you need to imagine
being not attention-fed.
not to the world sold.

i want my dear heart…
i want it stiffened…
i want it cold!

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