The day is a child laughing in the dark
Sinking through the house -
My bed bends beneath me
As dim light peeks through the curtain,
The damp air leaves a mildewed taste in my mouth
Rain tickles my ears with the tintinabulation of a tiny music box -
I feel sorrow in the day; longing.
Dusseldorf felt this way,
After making love to its beer-flavored night -
If only I'd traveled beyond my front door...
Over the sea I flowed like air
I was fast to rise, so fast.
The severed children of snow
Dance for the muse of this day
I walk with glee
A confused child in the march of a funeral party -
I turn to a cat
The lady of all I see;
A glass mouse chases the cat around my mind;
I will have to hide me to find myself -
Ich bin schöne futti
The house gives me advice:
It tells of how the sun cries
And the moon is out to get me...
This day is a child laughing in the dark,
Then silenced, succumbing to the lecherous night.
Carrie Viens © 2010