The Ice Cream of Our Discontent
Публикувано от Bacchante , вторник, 28 септември 2010 г. 22:36
I admit
I was drunk on your yearning
had trouble
brea thing
and ba
re
ly moved
The heavy eyelids of our
absence
had almost turned
blue
while it was high time we painted our world
red
An unstrained wishing dashed through
the yellow fields of the longing
and they s
w
i
r
l
e
d
together to form
a most repulsive concoction
of human misery and sincere affection
stick it on a 1
2
5
‘
0
7
6 – meter rod
and you’d get the
ice-cream of our discontent.
I scream out in my dream
of wailing orange creatures of the night
then remember someone kissing me
and turn my head away
though it’s crystal clear
the blue gaze is nowhere near.
Yet, dear, where shall I find some
other hatter, mad to share a bed with me?
