Discipline

[oneblueye]

hey...

"...a great bottle, some good bud
and her,
a real good time had by all--,
maybe even a friend.

 

[Tzara]

The Shostakovich String Quartet no. 15
in E-flat minor, Op. 144

is a dirge,
quite literally a lament,
I think, for his own

death in the next year.
Back when I cared
about what music might be played

at my funeral,
I wanted this unrelentingly mournful
piece to be

what those who cared about me heard.
I would now rather
if anyone thought to gather,

that you all listen to something happy,
poppy, something that might get you dancing.
Especially on my grave.

For I will simply be elsewhere,
hanging out with Jesus or not there at all.
Not anywhere, actually.

I'll just be gone.

 

[Piscator]

When the snow squeaks

When the snow squeaks under my boots
i know it’s cold maybe even frigid
kinda like the look you give me when
i respectfully request you to unlock my cage
so we can fuck like we used to.

 

[Tzara]

Something Like Criticism
After Prufrock

My voice is too high and too soft
to be sexy. I can't
sound that low growl
to signal receptive females
that my semen engenders sons
who will lead our clan
all the way to the new Eden.

I had to wait for those few women
who had read Eliot
and who wanted to talk
about sedation as an image
of the settling night sky.

 

[Tzara]

Librarian

Her voice always sounded very proper—
the Oxbridge accent
of an educated woman

whose sotto voce murmurings
suggested we might find ecstasy
in the stacks at Dewey 613.96

at three o'clock on Sunday.
It's a quiet time in autumn,
she said,

The Evangelicals are still at church,
and everyone else watches football.
And so I bent

her over some random desk,
her trousers pulled down over her hips.

Afterwards, I was left wondering
if we could talk about novels we liked,
or if she would flag my car for parking

without the proper sticker
in the Staff Only space.

 

[Piscator]

Ares

An atrocity loose
Across state of Ukraine
Annexation Russian
Arms raised in defiance
Against staggering odds
An iron curtain drops
Agamemnon awaits

 

[Piscator]

Librarian

Her voice always sounded very proper—
the Oxbridge accent
of an educated woman

whose sotto voce murmurings
suggested we might find ecstasy
in the stacks at Dewey 613.96

I had to look tup Dewey 613.96 and it was as I suspected. Live and learn.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Chameleon


I was a chameleon,
blushing a new hue
according to the situation
and company.

In my new and more
class free society,
lacking the snobbery
and prejudice I grew up
surrounded by,
allows my comfy colours
to remain after a youth
of required camouflage
in hostile territory.

I learned to live in
harmony on both sides
of the tracks, fulfilling
the expectations of
the blue-bloods then
slipping into the
salt-of-the-earth side
of this family forged by
misfits and inflated egos.

Now I am free,
free of the acquisitiveness,
the one-up-man-ship,
the acid-green eyes of envy
and the terrible loftiness
of adults
who should know better.

 

[Lyricalli]

Vertigo

It was the tone of voice
that registered
not the words
while I just tried to stay upright
in my rush to grab the phone

As the initial shock
of the call
gave way to what you'd said
the spinning in my head
became a strange underlying metaphor
for the topsy-turvy world
you're now living in

So, I put on my padded suit
your soft place to fall
but I've started to notice
it's got some wear and tear
from the unrelenting cycle of chaos and crisis
of these last few years

There's been little time for repairs
muddling through things I don't share
because you can't make space
for me
maybe someday we'll speak
about the unbalance

For now, I'll do my best
to keep standing
on often unsteady feet

 

[Lyricalli]

Troublemaker, he calls me
with a bit of cheek
always with affection

It's been the irony
woven through our many years
that psychology might label
projection

The trouble has always been
him

 

[Lyricalli]

"Gorgeous" was the go-to
for every woman he knew
and probably ones he didn't

I can still hear the slightly sheepish chuckle
when I called him on it
as he acknowledged the truth

But, I loved how it sounded
from his mouth

Then my favorite band that year
came out with a song
that had to be ours
during the days
when our love felt young
and free

Then he became "gorgeous"
to me




Gorgeous by X Ambassadors is the referenced song. Listening to them a lot lately, as their tour date in my area approaches.

 

[Lyricalli]

Got your love letter
with all the praise and thank yous
for my gentle honesty
and ability to be where you need me

Now, how do I even begin
to tell you everything I think
you should know
about the truths that hide
between words
where things unsaid linger
waiting to be heard

The spaces between stretch
with each omission
increasing tensions
you don't have room to see

Moving from crisis to chaos
and back again
time compresses
months become years
that I've felt you're unavailable
to me

Ask me how I am now
and I don't know where to start

What would be too hard
for you to help me carry?

I've become accustomed to heavy lifting

And now I bear the worry
of wondering how to bridge a gulf
that for you is no more
than a crack in the sidewalk

 

[Lyricalli]

Called me back again just to break
me like his promises
wouldn't it be sweet
if he knew how to be honest
the first time, maybe the second
now I'm like a priest
taking his confessions
half-lies and half-truths
scattered far and wide
as early morning dew

And as I mined for answers
in the mountain of bullshit I was sold
it was understood whatever treasures
were unearthed would be fool's gold
bright, shiny, of ambiguous value




*A little Taylor Swift inspiration/paraphrase to start it off

 

[butters]

Called me back again just to break
me like his promises
wouldn't it be sweet
if he knew how to be honest
the first time, maybe the second
now I'm like a priest
taking his confessions
half-lies and half-truths
scattered far and wide
as early morning dew

And as I mined for answers
in the mountain of bullshit I was sold
it was understood whatever treasures
were unearthed would be fool's gold
bright, shiny, of ambiguous value




*A little Taylor Swift inspiration/paraphrase to start it off

now this is a piece i can totally relate to: speaks of my second marriage

 

[Lyricalli]

now this is a piece i can totally relate to: speaks of my second marriage

I'm very sorry to hear that. I know this sort of thing is unfortunately relatable far too often. Though, it does add an extra dose of happiness at the thought of you and Harry finding each other and the love you so obviously share.

 

[Lyricalli]

Roasting Marshmallows on a Dumpster Fire​

The bullshit that I keep coming back to
is your declaration
that you're going out in a blaze of glory
at the hands
of two of your favorite people

Sir, it's been a distinct dishonor
to witness this glorious
pile of ash and trash
you've left in your wake

To how many have you fed
that line about who has "more of you"?

What a wonderful consolation prize

Honestly, the thing I might like best
is how you left
dropping a sack of flaming shit
on my doorstep
content to let me take the heat
for all your lies and deceit

What a fucking treat
to be so treasured

Thanks for the memories "friend"

 

[Lyricalli]

The sky is bluer
and clouds are brighter
after the rain and the haze
dissipate so I can feel the sun
on my skin

The earth is light
in my hands
beans and squash
freshly planted
and I bask in the satisfaction
of a task completed
breathing the late spring
deep and clean
into my lungs

Tis the season
of new beginnings
often treasured for the new leaves
covering winter-bare branches
or the color of daffodils and crocus
that promise the cold
will soon be over

For me, it's May and June
when plants that will bear
summer fruit
are given to the ground
that makes me feel the connection
to life
and its continual renewal

There's no better time
or way
to bury the things that don't serve you
than digging in the dirt
and tending to something
meant to nourish



*This was nearly in Writing Live, but there were just a couple of tweaks I couldn't keep myself from making

 

[Tzara]

Psychoanalysis

…because nothing officially exists until it is named in German.
—Alex Ross

Perhaps this is why
the world needed Freud
to tweeze out

our various neuroses
and label them—
Peniseid, Kastrationsangst,

Komplexe Oedipus und Electra.
For what would sound so bad
about pryder ysbaddu

unless you happen to be Welsh
and għira tal-pene
could be a tangy appetizer

for anyone but the Maltese.
No, we needed the firm authority
of the German tongue,

its crispness and precision,
to facilitate Übertragung,
to let us confess to our longing

for snakes and tunnels
and sex with Mom and Dad,
and finally quiet our exotic dreams.

 

[Piscator]

Roasting Marshmallows on a Dumpster Fire​

The bullshit that I keep coming back to
is your declaration
that you're going out in a blaze of glory
at the hands
of two of your favorite people

Sir, it's been a distinct dishonor
to witness this glorious
pile of ash and trash
you've left in your wake

To how many have you fed
that line about who has "more of you"?

What a wonderful consolation prize

Honestly, the thing I might like best
is how you left
dropping a sack of flaming shit
on my doorstep
content to let me take the heat
for all your lies and deceit

What a fucking treat
to be so treasured

Thanks for the memories "friend"

hmmm just was at a performance of Ibsen's Hedda Gabbler yesterday and it still echos in the present
A typically excellent Stratford performance if yuo make it to this side of the border,