Monday, July 1, 2019

Vermilion ~ Monday, 1 July 2019

Lending an ear to the silence, 
----- crimson, we bleed rivers 
ever since the birth of music, 
----- rivers turn red with blood, 
no time signature ends the flow, 
----- violence reigns supreme, 
death itself cannot quench its thirst, 
----- une fois que j'ai eu soif
in the city, after the rain, 
----- little worms swim for air, 
nothing to do but watch and wait, 
----- bubbles break the surface, 
given we are just flesh and blood, 
----- all that seeps out, qirmiz

answer the question, the problem 
----- without a solution, 
no one knows an affirmative 
----- reply to violence, 

ever since Cain murdered Abel, 
----- blood pours into rivers, 
answering violence with hate, 
----- greed, desire, brothers feud, 
retribution seeks punishment, 
----- justice outside the law, 

transgression after transgression, 
----- we paint the town blood red, 
only our descendants survive, 
----- they live in the desert, 

tranquil in death, the body lies 
----- in repose, the coffin 
holds the woman, her face painted 
----- badly by her sister, 
everlasting sorrow, grieving 
----- until death steals her breath, 

shaken, not stirred, she drinks her pain 
----- away with martinis, 
il y a une fois que j'ai soif
----- alcohol slakes her thirst, 
live and let live, ashes, bones, dust, 
----- here nothing speaks, listen, 
even the silence cannot scream, 
----- yet she feels pain as well, 
nothing but empty gestures, hands 
----- say nothing but wring blood, 
crimson, her dreams dissolve, she drowns 
----- in city life sex crimes, 
enter the temple of the dog, 
----- the cynical lover, 

canine scriptures question meaning, 
----- offer no assistance, 
rest assured, this philosophy, 
----- ancient as time itself, 
interests only students of dogs, 
----- Diogenes himself 
masturbates in public when drunk, 
----- waiting for her sister, 
sinister southpaw pugilist, 
----- slaps his face left-handed, 
only boxer left standing waits 
----- to take her hand and walk 
north until the cold steels her breath, 
----- gives her strength against drink, 

wedding in the suburbs, her cake, 
----- red velvet, delicious, 
ermine white icing for winter, 
----- his cake, a devil's food, 

bitter from life's hypocrisy, 
----- she boxes the boxer, 
little does he care, punch drunk love 
----- keeps him happy for years, 
enter Diogenes, the pimp 
----- of the Southside, looking 
endlessly for his wandering 
----- whores, the devil entrusts 
dogs and their keepers with the keys 
----- to the keep, the refuge,

respectively, of dogs and men 
----- alike, antiquity 
inviting them to return, back 
----- to a past, long ago, 
victims without victuals, daily 
----- bread to make a living, 
egoless sinners without God, 
----- heaven, or the Scriptures, 
remain inside the citadel, 
----- waiting for the ambush, 
silence, their only sign of peace, 
-----  godless, they await death. 

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