by Steve Komnenos
Inscribed to Woody Allen by a co-watcher Greek poet
To Amanda Seyfried
The melting-pot of the world
All the stars and the light
“I’m walking and walking…” (as always
is singing a Little Red Riding Hood)
Thunder
Monogamy
For life
“through the forest when…”
unsummoned,
unasked
dazzling
cupidly pined
“the wolf isn’t…”
before the
sixteen years old innocence,
stark naked with
shamelessness,
tours with uncombed hair the miracle
on four holes
is prophesized
its
ever-blooming place plus one
“I’m walking and walking
through the forest when
the wolf isn’t
there. (ad infinitum)
wolf, oh wolf are you there ?” (timore mortis)
wolf, oh wolf are you there ?” (timore mortis)
(staccato)
- “I’m putting
on my persona and I’m chasing youuuuuuuu”
(scherzando)
(e semplice)
Here are audible
all the sounds
No soundless music of subterranean bell-towers
A nightingale’s darkened delirium
A miraculous crest
of the hoopoe (immortality)
Eastern clatter of a well hope
Joy’s imprisonment in a drum of a salvaged age
All the
intercrossing sounds of the world
Are exploding at sight
Are exploding
“I’m walking and walking
through the forest when
the wolf isn't there.
wolf, oh wolf are you there ?”
- “I’m putting on my persona and I’m chasing
youuuuu”
Circles of circles are circling wreaths
The sober After
Scary dream
Indifferent
sea
I crossed again through the night studying
the
midnights inside you
And the night is but a traitor
Of the burdened sensations
Which a fatal morning
Kept the accounts…
Oh, your name is pronounced by pure
oxygen !...
Scary dream
Indifferent sea
How can I tame the sea you gave birth to
By simply spelling it ?
Oh, I smell the irrevocable one ! The unreturned !
A morning deigned to be born
And all the subsequent ones
will suffer pernicious anaemia
Desperately looking for blood donor.
What’s the summit of the immobilized silence ?
(Why didn’t us
swallow ?)
Scary dream
Indifferent sea
I became
disloyal submerged in such an immobility.
By the slightest daring to pronounce you I shipwreck !...
A land you became inside me
Launching steely excitement
For the pulses to get cracked !
Scary dream
Indifferent sea
I’ll remain obedient to our After
To this undrunked, sober After
Like a song of drunkenness and illusion
Running after the fragrances you’re launching
Like a futile caricature
Of alignment with the sun.
But you consent
you consent to a just NOW
bodiless due to desperation
bondsman of the dreaming
at least
one just NOW
now
a night
with our parallel breathings
tied up like a knot on the ceiling.
A vaulted
crossroads of dumb tickets !
Antechamber or the
chamber of throne ?
For the time being, nothing.
Certainly the trumpet got rusty.
As it seems, archangelic saliva
are corroding its mouthpiece
for thousands years now
thousands of years
unfruitful moments
barren instants
Does he need a herald the thief ?
An announcing valet ?
Oh, this voice, again,
- loving explosion of a puberty age -
got frosted into the silence
expressionless dumbs the colours
colourless twists straight
lines
speechless explodes the sounds
dumbfounded is setting to music
our domestic fraud
for thousands years now
thousands of years
unfruitful moments
barren instants
Yesterday, also tomorrow
not always,
but
not
always
Behold a really true nightmare !
(truer among many others…)
Still in dark places
All have happened, are now happening…
The trumpet sounds a sharp sound
When her undelivered kiss
- the most dreamt of (maybe for this exactly
reason a ficticious one…) –
was given of amortization
shooting point blank at the temple of our
night,
right there !
There !
There, always at the right, accurate point !
… The sound perforated the ears,
drilled the bones,
or,
some other time,
announcing and neutral the voice notified
“ Now ! Now! Now only,
Only now your ashes
Now !
Your ashes thirst of copulation
And your escapism, you runaway,
Now, now,
Your escapism seize and loot of a well-aired
security
Otherwise,
The bitter cold of devastation
The milk of despair.
But, upstart
tent-dwellers on the road
Ironically smilling
Are ex cathedra dogmatizing :
“ It’s
a passing nightmare ! “
TIME
Smiling sun
round midday
and I the ignorant of the coming time
like a new-born sea
like an infant sea
like an infant sea
the flame
of an astonishing lapidary overturning
to entrape
to entrape
Light now
Vacant
Vacant
Blood now and murder
Nobody
All
And deep into the still
tomorrow death
Burning recollection
Burning recollection
Invalidated
time
to crucify you
to crucify you
Forever
“Nekuia”
…Once
resides subterranean cunning
in
the sleeping veins
desiring
on the
guillotine of the fated hour
to caress your greenery
in the volcanic rocks of time…
silence.
Intimate
zephyrs
Lend their kissing.
The insufferable
ebullience of absence.
Your face circumcised in sparkling spumes !
Holding
by the
point of the lance
the horizontal hours.
Who
brightens up in the rear side
Of your pale cheek ?
© Steve Komnenos
