Tuesday, October 8, 2013

WHEN YOU GO FOR THE FACE by B+J DINI


when you go for the face
that is the end of time
and place

you have to get round the eyes
bright and full of human dyes
they have to roll like marbles or little flies
DESPERATELY BRIMMING, buzzing and sore
the mouth that said those three words or more
has to curl, drool and bleed like a whore

the forehead that thought those high temple grounds
cloudily racing round their rounds
has to be dented like an old car, thrown out in the heap
the clouds rained of all their water, and so rained they weep.

when you go for the lover’s face
that is the end of time
and space  

the hair that smelled like the morning, chaste
has to be uprooted, the fruit bruised, of all taste
the cheeks that were brushed to sleep, with finger brushes, paste
all caved in now and the brushes, brooms
to sweep away in haste   

when we met i knew your name and place
before you spoke
but i don’t remember you ever spoke
only the softly singing kind of poke

I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOUR FACE,
so full of time and space
i could not stop looking, but you kept your pace
your eyes matched the grass, your hair curled like the bushes  
a MILLION of those tiny ambushes.  

you returned every lightning glance with care
you did not blame me for my secret stare
that is why i could not return the BEAT OR BITE OR TEAR--------
that face is all i want to remember, or dare

there is not much left to say
there is something in you that wants to make me pay
like a bank at the end of the river day

you are the wolf backed into the hanging tree
afraid to be alone in the people sea
who all die alone and eat each other, slowly …….
like waves waving forever away------
or a bird that lost its prey.

you are the tanks rolling in
you are the thunder banging again
a force of nature, inhuman plunder
indifferent like carbon and decay
you would go all the way
you would take the very breath away
if you had your say.

i don’t know if they got to you finally, the city that DOESN'T care
the clubs that cash in on the perennial scare
the people who say nothing but NOT SO SECRETLY stare
or if they only brought out what’s already there,
as anything can ever do,   
you wonderful woodland creature you----

but now the third eye spot that flushed full hue
every time you said you’d stay
turned purple, black and gray
and like my mouth wired shut in that bloody Bay
there is only a chorus of scars where lips should pray:::::

“WHO WILL HOLD YOU NOW WHEN THE BOMBS FALL
AS WE FIGHT THESE TINY WARS AMONGST OURSELVES SO SMALL
THE CITY’S SKELETONS CONTINUE TO CRAWL
WHERE WE SHOULD PULL TOGETHER THE FLAMES RISE HIGHER
AS WE CONTINUE TO THROW EACH OTHER ON THE PYRE
WHERE IS THE FORWARD MARCH, THE HOLY SEE 
THE MILLENIAL COUNTER CONSPIRACY 
ALL WE SEE ARE SHADOWS AND GHOSTS READY TO FLEE
AT THE FIRST FEW TRUMPET CALLS OF A NEW REALITY
THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN, THE CLOCK IS NOW TICKING
ARE WE A COMMUNITY OF THIEVES, ARE THESE WOUNDS WORTH LICKING 
WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE LADDERS, ONE BY ONE
THROWING THE LOWER ONES UP ON THE HIGHER RUNG
BUT NOW THE LADDERS ARE ALL HANGING, ALL ARE HUNG
AND SOLOMON’S SONG STOPPED SINGING, IS SUNG
AS RAMSES MAKES HIS FINAL STAND
DR MANHATTAN PLAYS HIS NUCLEAR HAND
THE DNA IN THE BLOOD JOINS THE TERTIARY STRAND
THAT TRICKLES FROM THIS PLACE------"

for when you go for the beloved’s face
there is nothing more to say

a relentless folding under
of time and space

the cosmic man retreats,
there is no dawn of a new day

but at least I’ll always
remember you that way.