libretto for a short opera
Posted to Poetry
by Silas on 2004-05-24 23:53:00
One eye closed (but) seeing through thin veneer eyelid
Other locked battle with dream & light beam
Phrophet clambers over edge of own skull
(on a) rope made of bedsheets stained (by) a thousand virgins
the warrior leaves his cherry on the battlefield (for) the gods
the lingering hand of nymph offers grapes to lips of wrath
I am at the place where many have stood
and their voices call (in a) cacophony (from) history
yet not one of them was/is me
O fragile being!
your brief sojurn
is marked by a thousand sorrows and a(n) hundred joys
skifff...
skifff...
skifff...(the needle stuck (in a) groove)
O God your cruel joke amuses me now
(now that i am) aware
of the vampire (tick, tick, tick,tock) sucking my life
from my neck.
