Little Flags

 

I want to demoralize your bones.
Dig up your dreams and
extract calcium from desert sands.
Feed your hopes,
cut your braids with a razor.
Clean the bitter corners
of your filthy mouth
and the remnants of sleep in the eyes.

Crystallize the pain
of the gallbladder.
Roll on the floor and
crumble in the dust of the ages.
Mirror who you weren't!
blue ribbons, white ribbons,
red ribbons.

I don't want to see what you didn't have
and listen your shamelessly cry
as you cover my skin with salt.
And the wind blows your ears...
The wind blows from the south and
the singing voice becomes bluer.

Nothing satisfies
nor will it taste when chewed...
And the swallowed
cannot fill the bottomless bag!

The eyes
looking for something in a hurry,
on the spines,
in the manuscripts
that could have answers.

Do not approach
to judge.
Don't get involved
to get in the way.
Set me free to perpetrate
my heinous crimes...

And what the fuck
is this excess of lack?


PAR