little death / la petit mort (orgasmism)
Posted: April 14th, 2006, 2:53 am
a muffled diving into nowhere
try to hide the tears hard from daddy
mommy doesn't help she's anywhere
what's the present to bring
but what i've already seen
i can't see exactly
i want to break my arm
shove it off let it slide
so far away from my body
let it be tattooed by
a dislocated member
let it feel what it is
to be truly lost
to be out there
to drink yourself
into a drunken death
a skull-face
smashed into the highway
in fear of love
yet wanting it
so madly it hurts
the bone deep inside
like a harpsichord
wringing and ringing
outward into a solemn
and yet passionate
strange disposition
one bizarre face
bobbing up and
down up and down
along the roadway
streetsigns to nothing
i thought of a someone
out there way out there
and whatever happens
might happen today or tomorrow
should remain hopeful
am hopeful in a way
whatever happens
and that is what they always say
no friendship ever lasts beyond everlast
let's just put it that way and no matter
whom you trust or whomever
well maybe i could trust one woman
of the sky and of the sea
or maybe no one but that is no body's concern
whether or not or where i go from here
you shall not know for i shall not speak of it
it is of my own concern and my own dilemma
my own sweet horniness sworn to the night
and lied to and somehow hidden in the dark
what is this
what is this
what is this
and how shall it be
when the sun rises over it
hemingway's dead
kerouac's dead
fitzgerald is dead
is dead so dead
and yet all the little lovelies
out in nostalgia land garageland
worship the very dick of the soil
i have no need for such cavities
need closeness closer than close
and nothing is closer than these letters
all speed but nothing remains
trust is adolescent seed
first planted in adolescence
beyond that it is paint thinner
pain thinner cheap vodka
idiot relief and bastard seance
let's just look at this way
if i want to destroy i shall destroy
whomever i wish to create i shall create
nothing is real everything is to be bummed about
it's all depressing "strawberry fields forever"
and forever and ever amen let's grip
let's get a grip on everything
let's hinge on that and hit the wall
really hard like kerouac said
no one ever really realizes
that they're gonna die someday
so let's all drop to the ground
and roll around like raving
drunkard idiots so close to death
that we can't feel a thing but last caress
and i contradict myself constantly
for death is the most fertile lover
the most pregnant of all mothafuckas
cuz cum uh well we'll all end up there
and everything that we eat that
we take into our systems
has a little something
to do with
death
whether it be animal or mineral or vegetable
something has to die to cum to us completely
for us to feel it's totality cumpletely and wholly
holy holy holy
let's fuck death to life
and then turn back into death
and live again
all i want to do is simply
to feel to feel me and you
what
am
eye
and i've lost that
i have no clue
and yet i do
and so do you
don't you
you do
i am sure
that you do
true?
try to hide the tears hard from daddy
mommy doesn't help she's anywhere
what's the present to bring
but what i've already seen
i can't see exactly
i want to break my arm
shove it off let it slide
so far away from my body
let it be tattooed by
a dislocated member
let it feel what it is
to be truly lost
to be out there
to drink yourself
into a drunken death
a skull-face
smashed into the highway
in fear of love
yet wanting it
so madly it hurts
the bone deep inside
like a harpsichord
wringing and ringing
outward into a solemn
and yet passionate
strange disposition
one bizarre face
bobbing up and
down up and down
along the roadway
streetsigns to nothing
i thought of a someone
out there way out there
and whatever happens
might happen today or tomorrow
should remain hopeful
am hopeful in a way
whatever happens
and that is what they always say
no friendship ever lasts beyond everlast
let's just put it that way and no matter
whom you trust or whomever
well maybe i could trust one woman
of the sky and of the sea
or maybe no one but that is no body's concern
whether or not or where i go from here
you shall not know for i shall not speak of it
it is of my own concern and my own dilemma
my own sweet horniness sworn to the night
and lied to and somehow hidden in the dark
what is this
what is this
what is this
and how shall it be
when the sun rises over it
hemingway's dead
kerouac's dead
fitzgerald is dead
is dead so dead
and yet all the little lovelies
out in nostalgia land garageland
worship the very dick of the soil
i have no need for such cavities
need closeness closer than close
and nothing is closer than these letters
all speed but nothing remains
trust is adolescent seed
first planted in adolescence
beyond that it is paint thinner
pain thinner cheap vodka
idiot relief and bastard seance
let's just look at this way
if i want to destroy i shall destroy
whomever i wish to create i shall create
nothing is real everything is to be bummed about
it's all depressing "strawberry fields forever"
and forever and ever amen let's grip
let's get a grip on everything
let's hinge on that and hit the wall
really hard like kerouac said
no one ever really realizes
that they're gonna die someday
so let's all drop to the ground
and roll around like raving
drunkard idiots so close to death
that we can't feel a thing but last caress
and i contradict myself constantly
for death is the most fertile lover
the most pregnant of all mothafuckas
cuz cum uh well we'll all end up there
and everything that we eat that
we take into our systems
has a little something
to do with
death
whether it be animal or mineral or vegetable
something has to die to cum to us completely
for us to feel it's totality cumpletely and wholly
holy holy holy
let's fuck death to life
and then turn back into death
and live again
all i want to do is simply
to feel to feel me and you
what
am
eye
and i've lost that
i have no clue
and yet i do
and so do you
don't you
you do
i am sure
that you do
true?
