1993

Curses

I

The wet window whispers
Sickly
Like a cactus that is
Prickly
Sidget cannot resolve.

II

Do they feed? Do they?
They breathe if you look closely enough
There is a spot of paint dribbling
Blush!
A hush rushes through diffusing the ever ringing...
It is green! Crikey, look at that!
And I always thought! Look!
I want to show you what I mean!
Get off your butt and look at this
It's fucking beautiful!

Thankyou kindly, a thousand kisses,
And now we return to our advertised schedule.
The choir is humming
The baby is crying
- Didn't we kill that last time?
The baby is crying
- Ignore it this time
The fool is dying because it
cannot comprehend:
It always searches
but searches the wrong end.
They really should have made a sign:

OPEN OTHER END

Sleep!
Never can get enough!
So exquisitely beatiful,
so nice
The most temperous art becomes a vice.

III

Don't breathe on the glass
or I'll break your arse
Don't feed the -
take your hand away!
Please sir, may I have another?
Please sir, another?
Give me more, give me more
Till the pleasures I endure become a sore.
Raw/Chore/Flaw!
Boor.
If we were cast upon a moor I would not tell you as much.
But this is no pasture.

IV

A thousand reminisces
Irresolute blisses
Still you refuse to move;
What is it?
Is that seat stuck to you
Like some creeping demon
With claws unconsciously entangling -
Spreading roots
Gluing through you
Growing inside you
Sticky;
As it roars, you hear it singing,
An echoing eddy in a silent field -
But this is no meadow.
So move away from the window.

V

Every memory becomes a reproduction,
Every conception becomes a repercussion,
Every heartbeat is already rotten
The core of a fruit already forgotten.

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