Eyes are Lakes

 

eyesarelakes

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn
Other than as the actor who gestures with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps.

Here’s a window

In the walls, of the cloth I’ve torn

with legs and arms, limpid treacherous
swimmer

with endless leaps, disowning the sickness

Hamlet!

 

A rip off of my favorite poet’s poem

       The Clown Chastised

 

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who gestures with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here’s a window in the walls of cloth I’ve torn.

 

With legs and arms a limpid treacherous swimmer

With endless leaps, disowning the sickness

Hamlet! It’s as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A thousand tombs: to vanish still virgin there.

 

Mirthful gold of a cymbal beaten with fists,

The sun all at once strikes the pure nakedness

That breathed itself out of my coolness of nacre,

 

Rancid night of the skin, when you swept over me,

Not knowing, ungrateful one, that it was, this make-up,

My whole anointing, drowned in ice-water perfidy.

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About KC

I am Katarina Countiss, a multimedia designer. I like blogs, games, art and technology. I am curious about how things are made.
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