Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Blog Eating Poem

Such a poor thing from me to tell
an unit of teeth more than I own
because anywhere my mouth become a hidious crab
the flesh of an animal with grief awaits
 
to be digested equally as slight
 
a thirty-pack of mechanical crashes
by a thirty-pack of blurry whiteness
and it drains, along through deeper organs
proper of delicate mankind

An Interpol megahit turned into a fake breakup letter

Original version in http://christianduque.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html Carlos Julián
We sail today, you'll never see a finer ship in your life . When I say things I don't say them as I am but through what lets me say a few things. We are the worst part of the resistance. We're gods, lovers, but this universe draws only one author. You'll never see a finer ship in your life. My violence is a trap where all of us are falling in, and because of your nearness and sensitivity you'll be the first one to go. I know I'm as sensible as you are, but have I protected myself for all of my life. I could tell you every detail, that has no meaning to me. In and out of hours, and words, I'm mute. I hope you don't keep fighting against this, see you're attacking yourself. You'll never see a finer ship in your life. I'm rich and thin. Your lack of loyalty pities me, but I will never tell. You are that fundamental important thing, precisely that I can give a second of my time. And I should not give, because this is a temporary situation, and sometimes it is time to go even if we don't want to. I admit it, I was defeated and I don't want more from this, do I make myself clear? Baby don't you try to find me. You'll never see a finer ship in your life. I am not wanting for beauty. Be aware of this is not a misunderstaning. My throat is flat by shame and uncomfort. There's only I few things I do not looking for an answer. Would you like to be my Missus and in future with child? You know we can't get that from here, but we can 't get away. You'll never see a finer ship in your life. I wish not to mention the level of liberty of you not being around. Soon ago I found out I don't need you, which is fine because there's not dependance. There's nothing to bond us. Out security frontiers are way too distant and will never be overcome. You fucked me out like noone and that's why I still remind you. As soon as you arrive I'll go. Go. Go forth. I don't cry. (Along the way) Tears drown in the wake of delight. Wake. My sweet princess, I mean not you to cry red tears. Welcome you anyway. Am not wanting for beauty. You'll never see a finer ship in your life.
Black Goddess, Red Goddess,
White Temptress of the Sea you treat me right