Night Mares - Mares Nocturnos
Data 28/01/2012 00:50:53 | Tópico: Poemas
| You wanna be normal?
You wanna be normal?
An imoral underdog of colective
minorities
Wanna follow the narrow line
Follow the line
Take a seat joining us
Follow the lead to my button
Hit my button, push
Hit my bottom
Scratch me from rock bottom
Recall reading you in my
dream just as any
passerby would recall I
might be just a name
hold dearest of an old man fighting
to remember the stranger he
denied uttering for
in midst of a thumbfight with
the last breath I
might be death wavering
to remind opening veins to a
new lace on a bridal dress I
might be a sorted out chance
in a velvet bag and speak
God-ish for the sake of what
dwells inside and
what's the matter of a dream
what's the matter with a dream I
might be waiting
Till it's all a veil drafted
Till it's all a step further
Till it's all an orgasmic explosion
made of foam, hay, little shiny
child marbles that maybe
hit us all
Bam
Hit the button
Bam
Hit the bottom
Bam
Hit the rock
Bam
Hit my button
Bam.
Just around the common corner.
I start happening.
As minhas desculpas por este poema se encontrar em língua inglesa, contudo, escreveu-se na minha cabeça deste modo. Seguir-se-á uma tradução, em breve.
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