Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Beckettian logos

by Roberto Lavidez

what would
i do without
this world
faceless
incurious
where to be
lasts but
an instant
ah father
father that
art in
heaven
in the name
of Bacon
will you
chicken me
up that egg
before
morning
you shall be
here and
Dante and
the Logos
and all
strata and
mysteries
saying again
if you
do not
teach me
i shall
not learn
and the
old mind
ghost
forsaken
sink into
its havoc
the summer
rain rains
on my life
on me
my life
harrying
fleeing
to its
beginning
to its end
soaking up
the tattered
sky like
an ink of
pestilence
in my skull
the wind
going fetid
the water…
ah
the banner
the banner
of meat
bleeding
on the silk
of the seas
and the
arctic flowers
that do not
exist
sighing up
through the
heavy air
must it be
must be it
must be
snarl and
howl in
the wood
wake all
the birds
hound
the harlots
out of
the ferns
hide yourself
not in the
rocks
keep on
the move
keep on
the move
good as gold
now in
the prime
after a brief
prodigality
yea and suave
suave urbane
beyond
good and
evil
so say
your prayers
now and go
to bed
your prayers
before
the lamps
start to
sing behind
the larches
what’s that?
how long?
sit on it
the stillborn
evening
turning
a filthy green
manuring
the night
fungus
and the
mind
annulled
wrecked
in wind
the gantelope
of sense and
nonsense
run
i splashed
past a little
wearish
old man
Democritus
scuttling
along
between
a crutch
and a stick
terrified again
of not loving
of loving and
not you
of being
loved
stooping
to the prone
who must
soon take up
their life
and walk
the turning
then the steps
towards the
lighted town
redeem the
surrogate
goodbyes
all aboard
all souls
half-mast
aye aye
nay
there
shall be
no loss
of panic
between
a man
and his
dog bitch
if you
do not
love me
i shall not
be loved
if i do not
love you
i shall
not love

©robertolavidez2014













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