Posted by kid_A on November 29, 2001, at 10:33:15
SONG OF NOVEMBER
the song of november
is upon us, it waits
like an awful
surprise--
oh it's got a
cousin,
you know him--
mr. sunit waits because
of
inevitable--
and
waits--
each day,
perchance,
to rise!it is like Minos
who waits for
me--Him wants me like
raindrops in a
beach pailHim wants me like
a paycheckHim wants me in
a nightshirt, to
stamp his boot on me
and shove me
in a pineboxHim wants to
push my peg into a
CircleHim wants me snug
as a bug in a
cyclone, my
lovebug--
full of kissesdeep blue
kiss, doomed yet
still a
kisshow beautiful!
and all around
me
my little karaoke
november
propping me up
like Charles IX
on his
buiscuitthat waited
for my age
its crawling up
like a grub
to whisper in
my ear
the song it
thinks
is mine--not mine! no--
not mine!no, you see,
my november song
it is a Birth
songit lulls for me
in my playpants
snuffing out
the
candles like
a Protestant,
on the
pyreand i had
a head there
between two shoulders
that became a fist
the fingers
all worn out
from cutting,
cutting,
it got
tuckered out
from
shaking!
shaking--out! out! it is
not mine! no,
not mine!not, today.
my song is
another day,
you see,
dear boy
you misunderstood
it is,tommorow? no, no
not mine!and every note,
another petal,
and oh,
could i say
an I'm Sorry,
I just wanted
a kiss--
too late
too late, it's
not mine!not mine!
and will you
bury it?
push it in it's
glovebox
not so deep that
God can't
find it,
not so deep
that it
becomes coal
before the
worms have a
feastand they don't
know it-- and
i wont tell them,
but they
Do sing it!
tra la la!
the grass is singing
it!
the birds are talking
talking,
talking--
yes yes! rapture!
they are
singing, singing,
singing it!
each day a note
one half for each
hour, and bless it,
an eighth for
every minute,
la de da!
a sixteenth
each tick,
and then, with
a mighty
Harah! a
breathless
gentlecoda.
poster:kid_A
thread:14521
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