(W)VORT(D)EX
(Am Anfang war das Wort)
What vortex of images and sounds
My brain contains
Like a tornado it sweeps across my
Mental landscape and
Leaves me unsettled
Off the coast and off the
Shores ship-wrecked in my
own cacophonious songs
I drown in my bewilderedness
of silent dissonance
I burst my lungs with
vocal disasters
my chest explodes
explodes
I -> dIe(ye)
no sign
no song
remains
but
in my dreams I shelter opera stars
haunted by Verdi, the good old chap,
lurking
behind the curtains
“Applause” “Applause”
ClapClapClapClapClapClap
“Bravo”
I scream:
“Ice cream“
I laugh
And fill my lungs with air
I look at the sky and
suck in the atmosphere and
shout:
B L U E
And the sky reddens
And darkens
And the stars shine
And speak to me of
Their existence in the distance
And I see each of them
Children of the Evolution
Blasted too
And I start out to eat them and
Taste their Milky Way substance and
Giggle and get hungry for the planets
And I eat them too:
one by one, two by two, by three
Mercury
Venus
Earth, Mars
Jupiter, Saturn
Uranus, Neptune, Pluto
SUN I ate you too
MOON, how I loved you!
And everything stops spinning
And everything succumbs
And everything disappears
Into the vortex of
Images
and
Sounds
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© Martina Pfeiler 2002
GRAUKO 