The friends HE
sends me
whisper sweet nothings
After the new moon kill the first born
Build a baseball diamond in a field of corn
Leave a bomb in the park in a duffle bag
Perhaps even saw off one of my legs
or an ear
the thought does seer
The friends HE
sends me
whisper sweet turpintine in my ear
all sunbursts and sunflowers
start to shiver with the power
from the tips of my fingers
it tingles, mingles, and lingers
The friends HE
sends me
chatter boxes at a business party
my consorts- urging me to invest smartly
in straightjacket tuxedos
and easily dissolved pills
No one ever knows
what next will pay the bills
What notion? What idea? what SPARK?
just a single whim to light up the dark
The friends HE
sends me
believe heavily
in unmade beds
and busted heads
and crawl spaces
and rolling pins
and doughey faces
and aspirins
They believe in
Silencing the screaming air condition
and huddling in the fetal position
watching crayons melting on the heater
a lil smile, maybe a flinch, and the salt peter
They believe in butterflies pithed on a mat
classified as THIS or classified as THAT
The Frenzy
sends me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of interesting and striking images. I must confess I don't get the point of it though.: -)