I once got to know a girl I gave her flowers I gave her words but most of all I gave her songs and listened to them all, it made me fall the high rock hill danced this dream along, she followed for a while gone the wind and gone her springs I loved her on the wire…
I once got to know a girl her eyes were forged in fire, fed her pages from the book to build up on desire never told me what she took purple heart was old and tired, on the road the star went higher shone me to the west…
I once got to know a girl never to forget beat the rhythm in this cellar something must’ve changed, got to know that girl or so I’ve felt…
I find it hard to follow it’s hard not to believe you are not the sunny mornings the sun is more a cerebral imprint, is this a hint? made me be a giant a bear to hug if cold outside and I still love you… why can’t you believe roses in the garden oaks that drain into the sea sometimes I will wonder what is you and me, a game we played so well promises to void feelings that rebel dancing in the evening who am I to tell…
I loved you for an evening a way to ring the bell colors fading what else is there to spell, my heart belongs to nothing to something I have felt and flowers in the morning kissing under stars I had you for a while my lips to spell your name, missing the painting of a mile and greatness comes along to play the odor in your smile made me live again…
Invaders walking in my house their armies stepping forward fighting with a butter knife and one by one I’ll put them down, they ask me for a number and all I do is close another door in a memory that’s deeper than before, bringing out the silence I don’t feel a hero anymore the half moon in my hand is a killer but my soul starts to forget, sitting at the longest table I get only half-full plates familiar faces roaming make a party I don’t get blonde hair turned to fire just a glance before it sat while getting drunk on coffee I do wear the hat, but mornings in the sky are certainly the worst dreams are left to die before they find a place to nest and little things is what I have when the wild hearts go to rest…
I got shot in the dark with the gun I used to break their hearts shattered in a million pieces all I’ve left is broken wishes missing form the greatest puzzle the wrong answers to the right questions, they will paint my face on the bigger picture tell me stop ask me be better held on to the feelings my chest could not gather, I have seen you naked but my skin was covered taking in the space between us, the whole grew larger nothing more to share but attaching distance you call the rains but the soil is poison and I want to grow and seed a forest, larger than the world…
Beautiful borders that we forgot to seal turned from yellow flowers to red brick walls and the song I used to play never called you anyway, I gave her a name and she marked it down in stone it did not change it did not even glow acting in a story that we somehow stole the rhyme is off the tempo is cold and I am freezing when we should be burning slow, the nights are longer with the steps we take what there is to do when there is nothing left to say my heart belongs to me in the most profound of ways, if this won’t kill us it is not a passage of any kind for I can not see the future yet I am far from blind…
I am drinking red wine that turned into blood metallic with a taste to cut out your tongue it feels like the days I spelled your eyes wrong and you gave me water that washed our souls, Miss Wright is out of control Mister Wong is ever so bold tell me to stop ask me be better nothing left to do before I write this letter something must change or it’s hog-killing weather I can not go the same to the end of summer it is in my bones that I seek an honest meaning and if you ever try again tell me so I can take cover love is a curse but it must not be made harder…
White shirts, pink shirts, blue shirts, neat shirts derbies and the black pressed underpants shave that beard and loose the longhair cut on bubbles after hours, have martini mother wants you home by ten is this what you’ve meant? waking up at seven, going in at eight cigarette at midday splitting up the day working in an office posing as a clerk serving for the country in the kindest way communism negation in a socialistic nation is this what you’ve meant? is this what you’ve meant?
got a girl that’s dressed in leather watches Oprah, thinks she’s clever at the shop she cleaned a headgear feeds the beaver, pushed a lever she looks stunning like a badger is this what you’ve meant? like a chef she cooks a rabbit that looked dead before you had it goes to church one year in seven wants some kids but cats are glaring and the bourbon says she’s had it is this what you’ve meant? is this what you’ve meant?
having taught you scored a shiny diamond you have gained blue painted marbles growing heavier by the hour, you’re in pain… friends you’ve left in ivy leagues knew better worthy is the patience to inherit and not gather is this what you’ve meant? nation ranked eleven on a scale from one to heaven perfection by the books based on telling how they look down to earth the greatest fear is to see but not to hear, honeybees are used to follow even when the queen is hollow colored yellow, scented sweet, break your back… is this what you’ve meant? is this what you’ve meant?
is this what you’ve meant? is this what you’ve meant? break that glass… is this what you’ve meant? shove it up that ass… is this what you’ve meant?
If I ever fall and follow for a while know it’s not beauty that made me come along nor the burning in your wandering lips or the depths of ocean eyes, I heard the call in stories you have told and in voices turning sunshine on the reel…
Ai căzut, un vis, cu brațele rănite mă respingi, ești o himeră? pielea îți este lemn vremuit cu mușchi verde ca o driadă, coapsele săpate se pierd de apă, de timp, ca o amintire ce se deșiră, vocea devine gravă – închid ochii forme, cald, lumină, gusturi vechi, nu am uitat nicicând să te cunosc…
Cu degetele înmuiate în sevă pictează noaptea înstelată pe trupu-mi dezgolit, hrănește-te cu carnea de pe mine și rupe bulgări din țărână, stoarce flori de viță peste munții amândoi să nască iazuri reci când totul e fierbinte; din palme toarnă stropi de rouă, seara peste ceruri și astăzi peste mine, paznic pentru buze, gândul de pe urmă, pune-i pecete de ceară…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 