Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
marcel duchamp
pickups sick of colored rain
lookin for blue cars covered in white stars.
no entrance to decayed fashioned casualties
loves burned into it deadened passion set so far
mate in former life, mate in flight, in mid wife.
dusty bars in foggy sunlight, particles dance in time.
so i though that...
your love was a bone buried by a hooded dog,
ten passed midnight through the floor boards in a synagogue
our differences aligned like misdemeanors to murder crimes
in ghetto white sneakers tied in the air
flea market set in rural, straight and formal like a coral, to score another pair
but they'll eventually all hang like urban mistletoe
they'll make love under statues of salt that line all of the roads.
so i thought...
christ i think if i could kill myself with the push of one button
it would be pushed about a thousand times until id wake up Prussian
the Baltic sea no it couldnt hold me like you can dear.
the jews, the christians, muslims and satanists would all abandon their piers
to all come marchin forth
to put and end to my flaming torch
my body like disease, would be hung up in the trees
my blood caught in a chalice underneath
im your boy and so what could you want more
than something so sure
a quarter to three i dreamed my mouth was buried in the basement of a synagogue
the streets across from cafe tables there's talkin outside coffee shops
i would die to be awoke somwhere i have been
only between your darkened skin and your melting grin.
sneakers tied up, so am i
for your latest show,
publicize how people die and we will all know then
how you take minds like mine and cut them all open.
so i thought...
where does that energy go?
when the sky explodes into different shapes like the ones we placed
in boxes in doctors waiting rooms,
when we still watched cartoons,
comin down like violent colored rain
but there's no ground anymore and no water to retain.
lookin for blue cars covered in white stars.
burned passion plainly like taming another crazy heart.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
from paris with disregard.
-christina