wineA Poem by weaknight
again, english :/
the wine is finished, finished is the party, it's finished that
we didn't realised rightaway
drunk, full bellies, bubbles and gastric juices
drunk and unaware, the night, it doesn't finish
before i stand up offer a dance to the host
kind, tell him thank you, for the wine the night the stars
the death that doesn't come when you await it but
it, if it comes, not it, it doesn't wait
let's dance. the feet to tip-tap, chasing
in the void because the void scares and so
let's scan it with cheerfull taps and there!
let's not think about it
it's night, how long is it night? i've lost my head,
on this couch i forgot the time, your name
and even mine, but if i think about it...
no, if i think about it it comes to my mind that i still...
still. i'm thirsty and my stomach will revolt itself
the viscera begging for mercy, the hands
to pardon them and there! other wine, other party, other
dance of the hanging from the noose of destiny...
and so please, stop me. you who, when it's morning, look
at me gasping in the cold grip..the awareness is only yours and
then i please you. stop me.
in your heads, clink little thoughts. words come out easy for you in a wild ride towards the victory. the prize? i, us all who didn't ask you that to ignore us because... sometimes it's easy
sometimes it comes and brings you away.
© 2011 weaknight