23.1.07

I am not lovely, dear, but I love

Millais, Ophelia
I am not lovely, dear, but I love
thy force of bloom in gentlest promise
extending action slowed down by limit
night and day, onely, night and day.

once creepiest lilac will look to see
cutting same promise a-rain to feed
my growing hands on hair so soft
smoking cessation fuckin’ the weed

of love and less love and less and less
light, converging arches diapason of sad
conscription, terror, vermillion rough


me, touch, blow, that is it, results keep
of job, success in baby-head oh so intact
but love’s only words is here and now.



Rui Costa

1 Comments:

At 10:02 da tarde, Anonymous Rute Mota said...

Who are you
(Tom Waits/K. Brennan)


They're lining up
To mad dog your tilta whirl
3 shots for a dollar
Win a real live doll
All the lies that you tell
I believed them so well. Take them back
Take them back to your red house
For that fearful leap into the dark
I did my time
In the jail of your arms
Now Ophelia wants to know
Where she should turn
Tell me...what did you do
What did you do the last time?
Why don't you do that
Go on ahead and take this the wrong way
Time's not your friend
Do you cry. Do you pray
Do you wish them away
Do you still leave nothing
But bones in the way
Did you bury the carnival
Lions and all
Excuse me while I sharpen my nails
And just who are you this time?
You look rather tired
(Who drinks from your shoe)
Are you pretending to love
Well I hear that it pays well
How do your pistol and your Bible and your
Sleeping pills go?
Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?

Well I fell in love
With your sailor's mouth and your wounded eyes
You better get down on the floor
Don't you know this is war
Tell me who are you this time?
Tell me who are you this time?


Tom Waits, Bone Machine

 

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