Beautiful Lies
Don't be a
stranger !
you said
Just
come as you are
if
I'm still around
that
is
and
if you're not
well
then
come
as you aren't
but
come nonetheless
ready
to peel paint
and
poems off every wall
to
bid proper adieu
to
this tortured chamber
with
its hardwood soul
with
its wounded lilies
still
licking salt from their pointy spears
Come
join me
you
said
for
a
last little Nothing
before
we
leave
all
this
behind
Oh
and
if by
chance
you
just happen
to
pass a loaf of bread
disguised
as a sandwich
or a bottle
of water
impersonating
Merlot
Hmmm
Swiss cheese could be nice
Yes Swiss is neutral territory
but without the bullet-holes this time
or
just some raw flesh
with
a charming garnish
you
know
bring her along too
We'll make a
night of it--
a fright of it--
and the
rockets' red glare
the bombs bursting in air
Blonde Bombshells
brunettes redheads deadheads
if they're still around
that is
(you
fired your machine gun laugh)
A real
party--
a
Socialist Party
with
red herrings
and my pasta ala pesto
Green
Party manifesto
(Not to
forget onion soup
sniff
sniff
I
blubbered)
And
we'll stay
up late
only
to fade
into
the suncontrollable light
Up
so we
can make Art
and
Love
and
wordless words
like ooh
lala and lahdeedah
And
tell
each other
beautiful
lies like
we'll
meet again
but
always in the next life
And if
we
should pass one another
on the
edge of the Unknown--
the
brink of unbearable being
we'll
promise to nod
and
look the other way
you
said you said
with
your one arm missing--
your
eyes-- two flashing fish
swimming
in pools of blood--
to
look the other way
if by chance
I said
you plunge your salty spear
into the random dictionary of my grief--
this life I live by rumor--
if by chance
I
should shuffling one day
find you
on a blind alley in Paris
in the urinal of Forget
the fountainhead of Remember
or
pissing
under
some other melting definition--
a bridge of conjoined parentheses--
the footnote's crucifix of stars
please
pretend you don't know me
that I may recognize you at
once
for the stranger
that I am
know you
by your ordinary
ready-made smile
the one that bleeds offstage
in the unsung cacophony
of your cabaret heart
know you
for your violation of syntax
for your wanton obscurity
looking for a cafe noir
identity
to call its own
No one not even
our literary movement
nor the
crystal unconscious second hand emotion
can claim the
iconic Nothingness of you
shattering every mirrored
reflection
that has gone and come before you
Everybody is Nobody to
Somebody
I sighed
(disguised as myself)
so
if by chance
we should meet--
my friend--
in the middle
of this sentence--
surely a life sentence sans
paroles--
or between the
bloodied wine-stained sheets
on some other crumpled page in time
remember
please
just
come as you aren’t
but come
Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thoma, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. After his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish.
A former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, she is widely published. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France) and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. and New York’s Museum of Modern Art.
She is the recipient of two grants: one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg is a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award bestowed on her by Kathleen Spivack and Joseph Murray for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Writer/ Poet in Residence.
A superb poem indeed! Love the lines:
ReplyDeleteknow you
by your ordinary ready-made smile
the one that bleeds offstage
in the unsung cacophony
of your cabaret heart