Slip Of The Tongue - Poem by Mikael Ejdemyr
'Former Trobriand boy' I present myself
'a pleasure boy made for women'
dazzling white book pages on their way to a foreign friend's house
but his name is no longer in the doorway
'a wart on God's beautiful cheek' I hiss
my eyes not bleeding but seemingly suffering
'Who ARE you? '
I looked down at my empty hand
a love creature that is cultivating psychodynamically
the vigorously tender meeting
I was to paint my long nails red
I was to sing with a deep voice for the guests at Plaza Hotel
it faces on to the mystery
knife thrower to trust
The hot air balloon travels through a cloud
travel through someone else as through a gate
into the mystery of existence alone
one after the other left me
at times I've thought it was all about other things
she who was to say shame & guilt happened to say 'maim & jilt'
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