I know you know

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I know you know

Pause
That"s us brothers
Butcher
Just rain, buy the rain
I have deserted the poet
Chet Baker finds me
Wondrous people
Nina Simone
Close your eyes to not see the flags
The Hands of Victor Jara

While waiting for the butcher
I’m not saying I love you
only that you are my most perfect illusion.
I walk often through the South Town
and I guess because of that song
I am most partial to the Merien Strasse
I dared begin
a new quest for sense
Better put – a new quest
for a new sense
Yet I discovered cities are not unconquerable
Old fallacy drowned again
Cities are now only burning dots
which brand themselves
onto the maps of my imagination
Set your tasks aside
and let the phones ring
I will give back the kindness
handed to me earlier
I am waiting for you
forget plans
and come to the City of the Whole World
I’ll give you keys to new shelters
Just knock on this apartment’s door
and sail across
the bed I sleep in
Show me your thighs and breasts
without a thought of loneliness
Loneliness stopped being a problem
She is a lady such as yourself
and demands to be entertained
Yes I’ll be your clown
as I were before
you will laugh again at the tramp’s clumsiness
Show that you exist
Use the phone receiver to knock at my door
Breathe in the prayers which took a lifetime of getting ready
I give up on humbleness
because I am your man
because I am the best in the world

2018-08-21T17:22:53+00:00 December 21st, 2010|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 75|0 Comments