poem: the well tempered clavier

Otto Künzli, Ring für Zwei, 1980.

All in your head

I said

So is everything

he said

Count the seconds, each one goes by

Ticker tape

Silence was made for the hearing

Said a deaf man.

I press up against the cold white machines

Walls that brr and hiss

So, I don’t touch you

No one can.

Like nature, you are turbulent, tender

Seeking no one, appeasing everything.

You are a gym in the dark.

The first firework spark

Midnight at two

Filling out rows, teeth and filling up with stews.

 Midas, you crack the sun, the light leaks in.

Like honey, water, gin.

Let me go back, let me stay in your arms,

Your anger is all passion

Your passion all love

Love no longer attentional

Love no longer intentional

I write write write for who?

For you? A seeker, wandering dervish

I am alone in this

You see I had a baby in me

She counted in twos

Dime a dozen

But she flew

Out between my legs to the next mother that was due.

I can’t carry you, I’m sick to the back teeth

Daddy daddy I’m through.

Gold duster, I dig my face in your hair

 give you misplaced kisses too.

In god’s world I am a saint sick in love with you.

Fill me out, hollow thing

Ring around your eyes

Sinner let me sing.

I am better now, with my little pink pill.

what did you do?

To that poor boy you screwed.

Mess them up, black and blue.

Shoo, whore, shoo

Witch, beast, she devil, Lilith

retreat back to where you came through.