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letra de when mohammed came to the mountain - frank tedesso

[verse 1]
could it really have been beyond reason
calculated without regret?
this shattering of all proportions convinced us of what
was the yawning, lazy blue of the sky complicit?
were birds caught off guard?
where were the birds
when sudden renegade moments
with an appetite for lives
cut loose from time
and tore the hour open
with a precision beyond comprehension?

[verse 2]
the solid structure of the morning swayed
and then became a waterfall of artifacts
cascading down through the air
lunchtime apples
neckties, bought haphazardly
but given with great affection on father’s days and christmas eves
watches and clocks emptying themselves of lost time
as fast as they could
a spider who toiled his life away unnoticed
inside the leaves of a camellia plant on the window sill
many final words
and the last rags of breath
dozens and dozens of broken eggs from the cafeteria
ideas extinguished in mid-thought
half-baked birthday cakes
tomorrows still and sleeping
small as caterpillars on the under-leaves of time
a scr-p of dark blue, chinese silk
from a stylishly s-xy blouse
who shall kiss that torn breast now?
skirts pulled up and up and up
[verse 3]
even the air seemed to be falling
strangers dropping down through the darkness
suddenly flung together and married
nothing in between themselves
weddings performed in all directions
you cannot separate yourself from such moments
an incredible descending
unb-ttoned and plummeting
skulls slammed open and shut
open and shut

[verse 4]
did starfish emerge
from the ruptured socket of the sea
and swim up river
to bear witness
to the remains of names?
naked and divided from bodies
piling up on the air
the morning decomposed quickly
devoured by some terrible awakening
and by its own uselessness

[verse 5]
all this hysterical information
swept over
indecent
gawking
and wounded logic
details hidden in the bellies of snakes
burst forth
with inhuman surprise
the uninhibited imagination of death’s pigs
suckled at the living
with a wretched awkward sk!ll
in the forsaken belly of the world
had some other, more horrible virgin birth occurred?
or did the snake just f-ck eve again
because the gods of men were hungry for vengeance
and another little snack?
[verse 6]
fragments of meaning falter
in the anarchy of such dreams
the wine where oysters once suckled and grew fat
beneath the stairways of harbor seals
still laps at the tip of manhattan
yet so many things are lost
in the tangled, threadbare latitudes of history

[verse 7]
in dense silence
washed over by oblivion
the soul wears a thousand years lightly
as she undresses her dead
and places them in arms
where centuries have no idea
of that obscene nothingness
hanging now over the ruins

[verse 8]
you keep watching the sky
but you stop looking so furiously at the emptiness
the infinite, indifferent blue has filled it
and yet has not filled it
because the emptiness ignores it
the truth is unmiraculous here
it k!lled a summer dress
[verse 9]
you live with this strangeness
in a furnace of melting metals
innocent as a teapot
worlds evaporated
two corners bound by water
one by light and mortal odor
and one by the mournful auger
falling over the city now
of what all this becomes next
only winter
arranging the snow
and the exhausted and separate moon
ask nothing from your heart…

- frank tedesso

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