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THE HORNS OF HAPPINESS
While the love of my whole life was sleeping,
I crawled into her mouth.
I crawled into her mouth a pilgrim,
a beggar I crawl out.
Lady, throw down the drawbridge.
Up already with the plank.
In the twitching spider's eye,
the day is bed by night.
The black sea is like a dead mirror,
and i can't bear to look.
The sun begging for death by sunset,
and bleeding on her knees.
Her blood all over me,
and I can't bear to see.
But if I must, I will jump, and I will jump,
and I will sewer every vein,
I will sewer with the blood,
til I find the quarries of her hands.
And from their rafters, like a bat, like a deserter,
I am stringing up a bell.
The stringing up of bells
is always on my minds.
My mind is like a mirror,
like mirrors on the wall.
The always and distant and frequently clotted
horns of happiness
bleating the unpublished song of hope.
Hope is like a mirror.
We all have our lists of reasons
not to fall in love,
we spit on them for luck.
The statue of liberty in a Menomini skirt,
she wouldn't love me for a boat,
for a moleskin house,
a three-story coat,
if I were the last
man on earth.
DAS - Portland, Oregon, USA
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