May 22, 2008 13:29
tried playing around with this epigraph that's been stuck in my head. after playing some songs at an open mic last night ( & thoroughly embarrassing myself ), i was in a really odd mood. compounded by my craziness & depression, i put on a tv show called 'the universe' & that got my brain going a bit. it's still rough, but i wrote it early this morning so i haven't really revised it or anything ( that, & my spanish is a bit rusty ). constructive feedback is always appreciated.
"Sleep! I close my eyes / & the world is nothing to me."
--Gu Cheng, Life Fantasy.
When I shut my eyes, the words never come.
They never open their beaks & whisper songs
into one another. In that small death that seeps in,
I am in a box being delivered to a faraway place.
I wear a suit of stamps. I don't need to be saved
for anything. Am I breathing, or holding it in
like a sweet puff of smoke? Is my breath
holding me in? It is hard to know;
did I invent the poem in my sleep?
En mis sueños, hablo español perfecto
y nadie lloran y nada esta triste excepto yo
y ninguna persona aman alguien excepto yo
que se ame todos. Los lobos vienen a mi,
pero no se porque. No tengo mas carne a darse.
[ It isn't until the stars close their eyes
that mine shoot open like suns rising. ]