Gefesselt (Bound)

This is a song/poem I wrote in German, I will post the translation underneath the lyrics.

als ihre schwarze fluegel aus breitete
es war meine seele die sie einhuellte
es gibt viele loecher in den gesichtern
dass der wind durch blaest, nichts nichts ist geschehen

der boshafte ist los am Rand der Weld
hier liege ich stumm in einem dunklen Feld
er kommt nah, die Wolken werden grau
ich bin am Strand, alles alles ist nun blau

himmel
die sonne scheint
gefesselt
nun bin ich frei
kalt
blaest der wind
fast
bin ich blind
du
bist dahin

die fenster fluestern von verlegenheit und kraft
Siehst du die Kette sie binden mich da in Haft
Knochen und Geier kreisen oben wie 'ne Kron'
Sie sueffeln das Blut aus meinen meinen Haenden schon

Eure Luft pochte rot als sie glaenzte in meinen Lungen
Deine Arme sind verletzt ueberall geworden
wegen des fakts niemand sagte, was sagen sollte
Du wirst an meinen Woertern haengen, die sind kalte

himmel
die sonne scheint
gefesselt
nun bin ich frei
kalt
blaest der wind
fast
bin ich blind
du
bist dahin

alles klar?
nicht war?
alles klar?
noch nicht war?
alles ist nun klar
nichts ist wahr

English Translation

as her black wings stretched out
it was my soul that she engulfed
there are many hole in the faces
that the wind blows through, nothing nothing has happened

the evil one is loose at the edge of the world
i'm lying here dumb in a dark field
he comes close, the clouds turn grey
i am on the shore, everything everything is blue now

heaven
the sun is shining
bound
now I'm free
cold
blows the wind
I am almost blind
you are lost

the windows whisper of embarrassment and power
do you see the chains? they hold me here in detention
bones and vultures circle overhead like a crown
they're already sipping the blood from my hands

your air pulsed red as it glittered in my lungs
your arms have become completely bruised
because noone said, what should've been said
you will hang from my words, they are cold

heaven
the sun is shining
bound
now I'm free
cold
blows the wind
I am almost blind
you are lost

everything clear?
no?
everything clear?
still no?
everything is clear now
nothing is true

Dark Clothes

Whelp of winter! Traipse through those throngs of white-tongued conifers! They are bending down to challenge your every step. Birch totem-wraiths hiss in harmony with the wind, and with hoary bellows burn your cheeks red. You have no patience for numb legs and blackened fingertips. But they have imposed themselves upon your temple. The monks of your viscera have donned their dark clothes. The internal burial has commenced. The cadence of your jaw echoes between the bodies of your wooden detractors. Molars and canines sewn into a skinless smile stretched from lobe to lobe, sinister and fresh. Waning whelp of winter! Your form has cracked and fallen under the ice, now lost among the snow dunes. It can follow your entrails. They are trickling out, black and hypnotic. It can follow you now. The bleached sun is mute behind slinking grey papyrus, having bestowed the power to blind upon the snow. It can follow you. It is close, so close the chanting of the monks is deafening. The whistles of their throats rattle up into it's skull, whipping it's brain to pulp. They have donned the white clothes, frosted and cold. Be still! And lie tumescent beneath the dunes, as the trees sigh in their permanence.

Oakley Pirkle Road

There was a slant to the roof
In my room at Oakley Pirkle
Road. Outside the window
Was the maple tree and the road.

Oh it was a place of refuge. I
Had chicken-pox there, and
Stealthily evaded my mother,
Crouching in my sores and ointment.

My room had a little brother,
One I never had. A symbiote
Attached by way of a dwarven
Door, caddycorner from the window.

There were toys inside the little brother,
And another small window. Once,
I stood naked before it, waiting for
Some passerby to see me. They never did.

There was a slant to the roof
In my room at Oakley Pirkle
Road. Outside the window
Was the maple tree and the road.

Crow's Eyes

They can't be seen,
Those little invisible faces
Staring sadly out
Into yours. But every apple
Core, toothbrush, and
Glass of milk is
Staring back, waiting
For that moment
When you
Detach yourself
From it.
Like an exhausted love,
It waits for you
To toss it
Into the bin, so
It can be with its brothers again.
They can all stare together now,
Stare at you.
Each beady black eye
Like a crow's, unblinking
And poisoned.

Reheated French Fries

I put them in my mouth without hesitation.
I put each of them, one by one, into my mouth,

And chew

Each shriveled appendage all yellow-brown,
Greasy, and unsatisfying.
They're just as I expected, and though
I hoped for some sort of surprise
In their hot sickly black pepper smell,
Nothing came. But there they go,
Mindlessly, one by one,
(and sometimes in pairs) into my mouth.
Each little reheated potato tentacle wrapping
About my heart
Coating it, crushing it, entwining it
With memories of the way they used to taste.

Brothers

Oh cruel lunar dagger, break the sky
And let loose each bright burnt dot,
Each precious star from our vast
Blanket of blackness. How they fall
Like cores from boils free to your feet,
As you laugh and crush them underfoot.

They're all gone now, are you happy?

Dear brother, I know you are selfish,
And I know you are beautiful, and
I admire your face in every one
Of its pockmarked expositions,
But you must understand that you
Are not the master of anything, your
Everything is not of your design. No,
You will always be my lackluster doppelganger,
For I am the one who can blind all
Those little people whose love you crave. And
Even in their blindness they can still feel me. So
Just remember, dear brother, when I rise,
All of your work will have been in vain.

.

be.cause. we. can.not. sep.a.rate.
our.selves. from. lan.guage. we.
try. to. make. up. new. and.
al.ter.na.tive. ways.
to. make. po.etry. more. and.
more. diff.i.cult to. read.
but. why. not.?
.
it. makes. the. trial.
worth. the try.ing.