serge gurkski
Mitglied
Engführung (bottlenecking, AE)
Wonder when Winston’s feet warmed up:
After half a day’s measure of sweet burn: mine do.
He was fatter though, but burnt up
more calories by professionally headaching
about mortal decisions. I think highly
of this killer, though not because of this questionable habit, but, as you of course already knew, his steady digestion of 2 bottles of brandy a day.
……………………………..
Getting intimate with girls scares me:
Bottlenecking our minds and bodies
arouses major panic attacks.
Intertwining, bodies knotting up.
I want to glow inside you.
Hold me, I’m a boy.
Unless you smile and don’t ask
I’ll always make you go
before the birds invoke the sun.
I leave your smell on my
crumpled linen to the cats.
It’s embarrassing but among
writers I love most Aristophanes.
I live in a harem of clouds where the clouds are girls,
and the thoughts twitter like juvenile birds keen
on adventures.
Or was it: ..where the clouds are thoughts,
and the girls twitter?
Or was it Wilde? Or me?
……..
As this poem is mostly in D major I thought I’d link you to
Korngold’s violin concerto. I myself, while writing, was listening to Hendrix’ famous Maui concert. But let this not distract you because I did a lot of other things you are also not interested in, while i wrote this.
Here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EsYUuGo8XA
(I know it’s not Brahms but I feel my poem would have been too modern for the master.)
Wonder when Winston’s feet warmed up:
After half a day’s measure of sweet burn: mine do.
He was fatter though, but burnt up
more calories by professionally headaching
about mortal decisions. I think highly
of this killer, though not because of this questionable habit, but, as you of course already knew, his steady digestion of 2 bottles of brandy a day.
……………………………..
Getting intimate with girls scares me:
Bottlenecking our minds and bodies
arouses major panic attacks.
Intertwining, bodies knotting up.
I want to glow inside you.
Hold me, I’m a boy.
Unless you smile and don’t ask
I’ll always make you go
before the birds invoke the sun.
I leave your smell on my
crumpled linen to the cats.
It’s embarrassing but among
writers I love most Aristophanes.
I live in a harem of clouds where the clouds are girls,
and the thoughts twitter like juvenile birds keen
on adventures.
Or was it: ..where the clouds are thoughts,
and the girls twitter?
Or was it Wilde? Or me?
……..
As this poem is mostly in D major I thought I’d link you to
Korngold’s violin concerto. I myself, while writing, was listening to Hendrix’ famous Maui concert. But let this not distract you because I did a lot of other things you are also not interested in, while i wrote this.
Here is the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EsYUuGo8XA
(I know it’s not Brahms but I feel my poem would have been too modern for the master.)