Recombinant {Southern Cross} by Richard PaezHungry for What You Have
cut myself from these muscles (all rotten moorings now)
lay my tendons down (severed anchor-lines)
drop these bones (useless ballast they are)
burst from this place at last (a man free from himself)
child, tell me a story, because Ive grown bored with myself.
Ive run this life through and through and through
now I need to live through you (to be reborn in you)
I need to be reborn in you, because what was me is dead.
cliché as ash and dust, wanting something new
child, child, let me taste the life in you (live a life through you)
this is what is left of me, what so interests you:
a ghost of a man without weight or wrestle
hungry for what you have.
a ghost of a man without weight or wrestle
hungry for what you have.
EVERYTHING THAT WASNT (and will be again)
Sweet as milk from a virgins breast,
loud as the dead mans yell.
In this space between seconds on my broken clock
Ill find the runes with which your name to spell.
In this place between breaths in my mothers womb
within my skin your name Ill spell.
This is everything that wasnt
but could have been.
This is everything that wasnt
and will one day be again.
Mirror Song
Dont grow so obsessive
dont lust so loud.
Bite your tongue,
your lip,
your nails
its the only form of possession
that you are allowed.
Dont grow so incessant.
Dont you be so proud
counting your hours by the seconds
as you follow her around.
Bite your tongue,
your lip,
your nails
cause its the only possession
you will ever be allowed.
Look me in the eye
Is this why you want to live?
Is this how you want to die?
(and will be again)
This is everything that wasnt
but could have been.
This is everything that wasnt
and will one day be again.
08/21/2005 Author's Note:
Hung from the stars of the Southern Cross I look down and see the world that you hardly remember, blue and blinding, as perfect and painful as they day you first looked up at me and said
Posted on 08/21/2005 Copyright © 2024 Richard Paez
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by James Cavet on 08/23/05 at 01:55 AM I still envy your way with words. Your intensity is very easy as if these sorts of thoughts are everyday. I can't say I like either one more than the other. Both are equally beautiful. |
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