Posts Tagged With: heart

because the lady is a woman

everything stays bone to bone/ skull and perineum cages together/ simple shells giving up to the sea/ illusory Westphalian peace in the middle of the mayhem/ these trophies like pride and spiritual freedom/ the body who does not abdicate and the reverse

I had no hint what men want when they step upon women’s feet as if playing/ I went to the old movies cinema once to see Two Women a film about a collective rape in a church/ I got out sad and bewildered thinking about gravity laws chemical formulas Holst’s planets/ I understood only the language of flowers growing up in the shade or in early spring/ frail like fairy-tale wonders

I can still remember that it was the same since kindergarten
then there were naughty children’s rhymes and jokes
grownups’ songs about sexy bombs in Paris the movie Basic Instinct and libidinous old men
who tried to kiss me against my will
and those who said that everything kneels in front of banana gods
those who read the science of Freud and the science of every religion
now I can remember that all their words were swings for erotic plays
normal and respectable people’s dialogues meant to sit
together on the same chair and rub their backs

and above it all there’s still something slipping out of me and going back
again and again
a still unaborted heart of a woman

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tell me what can be found before pain
an upside-down cross between heart liver and stomach
what lies downwards swells like biscuit in milk
and what lies above screams
like Saint Peter would have screamed
upturned cross at the foundation of the church

tell me what survives longer between the four cardinal points
made of living flesh and bluish blood
before pain it is peace and after pain silence
or maybe the opposite
before pain it is the word and after pain only the shadow
motionless unmovable powerless like a flag at half-mast
like sacred banners on the road to the graveyard

let it be yours bighearted man
the rice grain in which I sculpted
a white monastery

(4 august 2014)

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brick-colored winds blow stronger
a cretaceous era tied my ankles
to the ground
I’m raising mountains
each time my knees tremble
flint burnt from foundations

if I raise my front straight
in this bloody dust storm
crevices show up in the eye whites
in different directions
with my forefinger I cut pathways
on my temples
dusting off pink dreams plaster
from all sleepless nights

I’m still walking on tiptoes
or on my heels
I’ll never be a brick
in another forecourt
waiting for a new glacial period
to find a place in a heart
like in an igloo

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Clockwise Order

Working hard with my heart
denouncing its transitory tick-tock,
decorating it with artificial flowers,
keeping the hope linked to its fibers,
stopping the fancy arrhythmia,
postponing the boredom infarct.

While luckily
I wasn’t a magician.


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