pirouette (2017)
Levitating boy
Mad Macie is on the wire
on a specific moon
waves a hand at the captain
in the air balloon
and nobody raise their voice
they walk below without a noise
as he halts they scream “you better be
moving on,
little tightrope boy
precarious joy
living life as a toy
look how he staggers with shame
he’s gonna plummet in space…”
the impresario cuts the wire
giants scissor in his hands
advertisers go haywire
and hold a big crash mat
but Macie doesn’t fall
you better hold your tongue
from below a scream “my god he’s…
moving on!
levitating boy!
no-gravity joy!
little midnight toy!”
Billboards are flashing your name
banners burst into flames
nightingale
My dream is satisfying
Stripped of all real life
Naked and quiescent time
A beauty subtracted from the night
Please intensify
Our figures enclose a spark
But all experience will remain in the dark
Reveries, precipitate the light
Now on a hole
Gaze at the world as I catch your fall
All fantasies colliding in one
Do a pirouette, we’re being overrun
Rolled eyes compensate
The workings of a contrived rage
Back to body shape before it is too late
As nightingales evading a shade
Oh, all the creatures puffing through the stars
Lilies
All around, the wonders sweep the water
Have no shame: it’s summer…
in my estate the flood scales up with taste.
Then it comes, the thunder shakes the order,
magic of the rapture.
Now sneak away. Lilies take over the place.
Oh, the deepening sea
Oh, the deepening sea
What’s good for me?
The deep, deepening sea
Do you believe the languor that hits the colors
Captured as a silence
All this grace stashed behind a bouquet
Our lives, my lover, we have to squander
Acting like the monsters
Ants stretch their legs, bumblebees enrage
Oh, the deepening sea
Oh, the deepening sea
What’s good for me?
The deep, deepening sea
Soul as a Rope
A glow
Radiates from the parlour
Sitting bums on the porch
New thoughts catching on
And the notes
Madrigals on a gramophone
Full score like a storm
Air de coeur, et chansons
So, adieu
Friars scoot down the road
Each soul as a rope
Hanging over the world
A bronze smoke
In the woods as we walk
This life is a joke
The human lot has gone rogue
But no!
Another lightning in the snow
We have to move slow
Amid the fog of war
And now
A hundred thunders in a row
The sky will roar
And we’re begging for more
You, oh my darlin’ one
Run from the fighting sound of drums
Deranged civilians up in arms
Smiles stretching on the mouths of the guards
Carnival
Is this glory or misadventure?
Confess your sins before wearing your bangles.
In the lion’s cage, tamers debate of a getaway into the wild;
while maids of honor are ripping all the blankets.
then they break in
walking on stilts
living statues
just won’t stay still
aerialists
engage a pillow fight
carnival, take a
tumble my heart
Look how they roll in
juggling chinaware
and a human pyramid
where the stunts cave in
they rummage through
as a pirate crew
sideshows oddities
line up for me and you
Clergymen indulge their senses
in barrels of cognac rolled over the fences.
Court musketeers fight their way
in the shadows at the pyre;
crowned kids now rule by desire.
Telepathy
Just outside, we shy tribe
Unnoticed by the divine
Shall we fly our highest kites?
And clown about in the wild?
It’s a white night for the butterflies
Who rise with their bodies on fire
We want more, we want the overtones
Otherwise this life is a fraud
Right here, out of prestige
It’s all sparkling and deep
And noisily, i’m sad by fantasy
That’s my modernity
Wild light. The aura of an empty seat
An urge and a caprice
Straight at the core, deeper down the hole
Telepathy leave me alone
It’s a white night for the butterflies
Who rise with their bodies on fire
We want more, we want the overtones
Otherwise this life is a fraud
The aura of an empty seat
An urge and a caprice
Straight at the core, deeper down the hole
Telepathy leave me alone
Dynamite
the sun is high
but I can feel the night
like a moon that hides
maybe I should change my life
until a meteorite
floats to me with the tide
and I mean it
and it feels so wide
the distance of my time
and jokes aside
this is dynamite
I should make up my mind
and film that scene in the sky
and screen it
I should make up my mind
and film that scene in the sky
Some more dynamite
I should change all my life
Monsters
what do i need?
weakness in the stance of modernity
bewildered by the cares of artistry
and a wild sleep as a mystery
that’s what i need
in front of the pyre
reality is by far my weakest desire:
an element replaced by the freedom of fire.
And a holy smile that runs deep
that’s what i need
the grace of denial
the lure of the monsters choir
with all their grief
what do i need
is teasing litanies
of what i can’t achieve
hitting hard on me
that’s what i need
now disappear!
waste away your forces in the wild
dreaming of the sparks that fall out of time
atrocities! hitting hard on me!
that’s what i need
what will i do?
we’re animals that walk the brink of youth
clothed in demands and morning dew
falling through – with an attitude
where the point is moot
Polygraph
and with an opulent mystique
far beyond my means
cats are nodding with their chins
to make me disappear
is this what I need?
is this enough for me?
hundreds burn in ardor
but I’d rather be on the traces of sleep
and this precipice is another achievement
and on the bright side
anomalies take my life
unknown,
you can have a share of me
happy to the bones
like a polygraph detecting the truth
the seeds of legend in the trees
fictitious like the priests
I sense a hyperbole
as lunettes arch on me
is this what I need?
is this the thing for me?