Magdalare

 
sederet nama dan bau bawang, sepiring merguez dan citron presse

segan yang mengambang di ujung parasol turis-turis di st-germain-des-prés

everyone else has had more sex than me ooo ooo

i was walking along a canal in 2003 and i saw a poster for 'morrissey live in concert' plastered at the back of a gondola, and that was the first time i realised 'live' is just evil spelled backwards.

i was reading badai pasti berlalu two weeks ago and i got to page 343 and i thought yes, but when?

i was listening to sandie shaw the other day, her singing a song morrissey wrote for her 'please help the cause against loneliness', and i was thinking the song was released in 1988, how much money has she raised by now?

i was in the moshpit at a flaming lips concert the soft bulletin tour with grown men and women in bunny suits balloons unlimited supply of acid and i was thinking the mere concept of this spectacle is too heavy for superman to lift.

i was on top of monas one day and i looked out towards the direction of your house and i thought if could still see the curvature of the earth then at least that means i have not grown too disillusioned with life. yet.

i was listening to the smiths' asleep and i was thinking this song is not funny like all the others, 'there is a better place, there must be ...', really, moz?

i was reading rimbaud one morning and i thought perhaps if you never told me that poets only earn 3000 dollars a year (if that!) i would never have left you to become one.

I dig lyrics

3

31 in two days
i barely stand the line
at d'Orsay

the Seine
a stone's throw away
as green as a home

7

i visited Knole while you were away
windows shut
curtains drawn

dreamcatchers still
on porches
the wisterias need trimming

4

it's October
the kindest month
i look for a jardin anglais

a large V in cress
an army of steel green lazy chairs
i'll let my hair down

2

back to the present
of mining my DVD collections
for gold dust of optimistic

Voltaire-proof theodicy
get the remote
out of my hand!

people take pictures of each other taking pictures of each other

no idea what i thought when i saw yr picture the first time

i thought of paris

jardin du luxembourg

pale frogs sunning themselves in the november cold

the pale cream earth of the good arrondisements

visiting yr sarcophagus next door at the tombes des grands hommes

100 years y.a.d.

get myself a treat of jeff de bruges chocolate crepes first before the inevitable

doom and tears

i thought of what's in yr head

and what's besides

what's at the tip of yr shoes

kicking the air

into submissions

maybe that's what you're into, submissions

after all, in the drama of life

aren't we all wannabe

dominatrices?

i thought of the standard factory-issue green bench

of painting it the red of yr labia

or maybe the red of yr mania

what do i know

what do i know

about paints and sinners?

i thought of the papparazzo

hiding behing a bush

yr complicity in the whole affair

yr dragging the sun, trees, la mer

into the vortex of yr (finish this sentence yrself)

i thought of many things

things that had happened to me

things that had not happened

things that might've happened

things that might not be

in this world

but the picture is just there

perfect

not saying a word