Posts Tagged ‘Gabriella Garofalo’


 

Any problems?

Yes, I’m standing at the window

Watching the streets, watching life:

Blue herons, red packets of JPS,

Cobalt blue pills, my closest friends –

Too bad the blind and their dogs,

Too bad the crippled in wheelchairs

Don’t give a damn for this set,

Such a waste of colours!

Oh, fancy that, an old man in green trainers

Is spinning a green windmill, is it hope’s day today?

Heck, no one to ask, Cassandra lost in her thoughts

Wondering ‘are souls for sale?’ while staring

At an empty bottle, the draught is looming,

But no one listens, of course,

Kore shrugs it off, lost in her longing

For those wild white waves

Where she can drown fears and failures,

‘Cept they keep afloat smearing the water –

Plastic is a tough thingy, sister,

Only the fire might dissolve them

But she says no, no, dunno why –

Before I forget, where the heck are you, misery,

Still dragging across the desert

Looking like mad for an oasis?

There, only few miles and you’ll camp in my mind

As soon as the sky flakes out before the screen –

But mind the sins, they’ll cut loose until dawn

And no, don’t ask who gave them flesh, limbs

You must fill, feed, slake, those bodies

Ridden hard and put up wet:

Water, joy, light –

Oh say you can see Pan dancing wild

Among the crowds before the Earth falls silent,

Say you can hear him shouting if my heart

Is game for fun and blast when the shocking moon

Highlights my failures and the blissful lovers –

You can’t, right? Well, neither can I go

All Django Unchained on my earth, my sins,

My heart waiting for the bloody rhythm to quit –

C’mon, God, c’mon border life, we are great pals,

That’s why I so enjoy our jokes, our spats,

That’s why you know I’ve fouled things up

‘Cause I was in love with gardens, dreams

And Jewish blondes –

Only, the writer killed off the lights

After a fast ride on his bike –

Madly in love, I mean, God,

Simple as that, border life –

I kid you not.