.
brothers and sisters
that so easily forgot all the forbidden games
they played some ten years ago
when they still were truly innocent
the one goes to the left
the other to the right
the one goes upstairs
the other dies in the cellar
it is said they started a quarrel
over some silly heritage
and now they send each other christmas cards
and more exceptionally
a box of cheap Belgian chocolates
so do my desiring thoughts
one got lost in a oneway street in Zagreb
and one thinks she's smashing
the windows of the Royal Bank of Schotland
in Edinburgh
in the morming of the full moon
she ate too many strawberries
she could not name her brother
who was flirting with some receptionist
at the Zaventem airport check-in desk
and when on some terrace of the Ramblas
I read the frontpage of The Guardian
pictures of nude models put me under house arrest
who is the one that succeeds to escape
and fly to Lebanon?
sitting before my window
I walk the streets of Shanghai
- and sleeping in my bed
I cultivate seeds in the International Space Station
two policemen ask my identity card
but I have to confess
I sold it for an iPod to some faceless stranger
with a Polish accent
yes, they say, if one wins
another has to lose
I agree and finish my beer
maybe you are both winners
but you do not understand
the song of the birds
that's right sir
please, accept our apologies
indeed
we better check the parking meters
[8th of April 2009]
brothers and sisters
that so easily forgot all the forbidden games
they played some ten years ago
when they still were truly innocent
the one goes to the left
the other to the right
the one goes upstairs
the other dies in the cellar
it is said they started a quarrel
over some silly heritage
and now they send each other christmas cards
and more exceptionally
a box of cheap Belgian chocolates
so do my desiring thoughts
one got lost in a oneway street in Zagreb
and one thinks she's smashing
the windows of the Royal Bank of Schotland
in Edinburgh
in the morming of the full moon
she ate too many strawberries
she could not name her brother
who was flirting with some receptionist
at the Zaventem airport check-in desk
and when on some terrace of the Ramblas
I read the frontpage of The Guardian
pictures of nude models put me under house arrest
who is the one that succeeds to escape
and fly to Lebanon?
sitting before my window
I walk the streets of Shanghai
- and sleeping in my bed
I cultivate seeds in the International Space Station
two policemen ask my identity card
but I have to confess
I sold it for an iPod to some faceless stranger
with a Polish accent
yes, they say, if one wins
another has to lose
I agree and finish my beer
maybe you are both winners
but you do not understand
the song of the birds
that's right sir
please, accept our apologies
indeed
we better check the parking meters
[8th of April 2009]
6 opmerkingen:
Dit gedicht is prachtig en lijkt geschreven door een andere rijpere persoonlijkheid dan degene die de brief naar Ramblas schreef of die zo suikerig naar een Caroline schrijft, twee persoonlijkheden of multiple?
Denkend dat je héél goed weet wie je anoniem schrijft.
nee, da weet ik niet. en ik breek mijn hoofd niet over "anoniemen" of "pseudoniemen".
No problem, in elk geval je "brothers and sisters" is goed+
U zou anonieme posters minder kansen moeten geven dan die mensen met wie u het niet eens bent, maar die uw eigen overtuiging aan iets anders willen wijten dan een 'a multiple personality disorder'.
The max, net alsof jij niet anoniem bent, je gebruikt meer letters, verder ben je even anoniem en ik hab al eens uitgelegd waarom ik anoniem ben en moei je op je eigen blog zo je er ene hebt.
Ambetanten.
komaan, mannetjes en wijfjes ... het is het Laatste Avondmaal vanavond: boudin noir met een potje compote
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