on perusing my manuscript and finding your drawings in the margin
I want you out.
I want to stop dropping to my knees
at the force of the automatic waterfall
whenever I see something of yours
because I live in us still.
I want you out.
I want you to stop inhabiting my words,
haunting my stories, and
my steps through the city.
Stop interfering with my laughter
it diminishes when
I remember I’m alone.
You obscure my sight
my view of a tomorrow
the memory of you
a shadow
stand in the way.
Lingering dark
black dog.
I want you out.
I want you out
of my liver, my skin,
my core, beyond the ribs that
extend when I breathe us out
my own warmth disappears
in the cold air
frozen by the idea of you.
I want to turn to stone to banish you
with the flick of my wrists
or become empty
like a vessel for
something without within.
But no.
I want you out
Out
please
exorcise you with
smudges and blurs
good days and parties
these exclamations
of hope in paint
and words become
powerless sigils
when you’re here.
I am convenience
because my heart still beats
and tries to keep up
with that rhythm when
we first met
while yours thumps wildly
too far away for me to hear
and also to other metres.
I want you out!
But you can’t do anything
and that’s the rub
that by doing nothing
you’re still there.
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Aleb
Aleb
Aleb
Aleb
the man with the xray eyes is alone with everybody
(bauhaus meets bukowski)
the flesh covers the bone
shoes that no man would want to wear
and they put a mind
Wipe away the night’s last cold stare
in there and
Red fist curled ’round the house
sometimes a soul
Was away boy Shelly’s shoes
wash
and women break
Chocolate power is so crisp
vases against the walls
The atomic open house is really here
and the men drink too
And we have gone so desperate
too much
Your power knows no bounds
and nobody finds the one
And heavier with time
but keep looking
Are our shoes
crawling in and out
That no man would want to wear
of beds
New tread wipes a wet road so dry
flesh covers
it stings
the bone and the flesh
Into the borrowed course
searches for more than
Under the dreadful birds
flesh
Under the singing soil
there’s no chance at all
And all those guilty clouds
we are all trapped
I have seen too much
by a singular fate
Wipe away my eyes
nobody ever finds one
Too much
the graveyards fill
nothing else fills
who killed mr moonlight (bauhaus in haikus)
1. Consider green lakes
broken arrow face wound
smile shot innocence.
2. midnight proposals
shot nostalgia in the back
shadow of his smile
3. all our dreams melted
are hiding in the bushes
doing dead men stunts
4. our burnt stories
we can’t paint any pictures
as the moon had all our brushes
5. extracting wasps stings
you who killed mr moonlight
you his shadow smile
The Virgin Mary
Virgin mary was tired
So tired
Never would be invited
to the funeral rosegarden
that was hers
She’s tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints
her disappointment runs with her guests
Her guests wreaking havoc
From all sorts of
All sorts of
Untidy whores without agency
Her men are chosen from the rest
They came from next door
And a bewildered stream of chatter
But their choice don’t seem to matter
She’s got swollen breasts and lips that putter
And her choice of matter and her screams of chatter
Is just a little parasitic scream of whores
Screaming whores
So tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints is she
In the rosegarden funeral of sores
Virgin mary was tired
(UPDATE: This poem was written by Oriah Mountain Dreamer: http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/ Which makes this whole thing pretty cool that Beyoncé rewrote the poem word for word to post on instagram. Either way it makes for an interesting rewrite of a rewrite and a condensation afterwards.) You can see where she gives credit in the third post of the poem: http://instagram.com/beyonce
Some friends posted the buzzfeed article of Beyoncé posting a poem on her instagram. I thought it would be neat to condense it a bit into the words that interested me and came up with this:
Beyoncé Wants to Know
It doesn’t interest me
what you for
I want to know
what you for
and if you
of your.
*
It doesn’t interest me
how you.
I want to know
if you
for
for your
for.
*
It doesn’t interest me
what
your…
*
I want to know
if you
of your
if you
or
of
I want to know
if you
or
or
or
*
I want to know
if you
or your
if you
and
of your and
to be
to be
*
It doesn’t interest me
if you
I want to know if you
to be to
If you
of
and your
If you
and
I want to know if you.
*
And if you your
I want to know
if you
yours
and
and
“Yes.”
*
It doesn’t interest me
you
or you.
*
I want to know if you
of and
and
and
It doesn’t interest me
you
or you.
