Hey ragdoll!
You wave to me
show me the teeth
make faces at me...
The threads with which he operates you
you stare at me
I don't care who you are
you just watch out for your threads
watch if they get entangled,
like the dilemma in your head
like the crippled conscience
like your control over the hands
like a smile:
which you always put on yourself
Like a smile:
with no teeth...
You want to hide the teeth
and you could'nt hide them
You have pins in your head
feel the tingling pain
like those voodoo dolls
like those dolls
who even don't have their own body
you borrow the bones and play foul...
When he pinches you
i feel the tinge inside
like some hand tearing me apart
and you laugh...
always laugh!
Still you laugh
even if he breaks your leg
you'll laugh
'cause you've your lips sealed
for always...
concaved up
like an empty platten
with the desire of water
Even when the puppeteer would die
you would laugh
you would always laugh...
02-04-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good image to use.... people are always facinated with the relationship between puppet and puppetmaster - - - it almos seems as if the puppet is the one who wins.... being the one actually in control... :)