Sharp the limits of inside and out,
life and death meet
barely and while lusts leave life
eyeing only the tempting vista’s.
So simple to fool life
when the soul sails out, in the white
of this wide view a cool glance.
The past is wrapped up, the future locked,
thought nailed down, desire
lamed, the body declared inhabitable
taken out of circulation.
Thus the night devours evening
it is done
forever sounds the midnight gong.
Up is the antithesis
ReplyDeleteof Down
Down is where clowns wear
a frown
Where life's spirit
leaks
Out on the sheets
of the crypt-box
buried in the
ground
Up is high
up in the sky
where one looks down and
sighs 'Oh my,
I feel so good I
want to cry', to wish
I were born to live
forever, but not together
with my doppleganger
Death
Lily white, pickle green, clouds
of purple seldom seen
release me from my madness-dream
Let me pee my
chartreuse stream
call me Pink Poet, that's
my scene
(Translated from the original Inuit)