Can you guess the point of view of this poem of mine? Stylistically, I pay tribute to the great American poet Charles Bukowski.
But whose voice is it?
THE KISS
Dear Mina,
my beloved from seven mountains,
seven seas, and seven fields afar,
my nails used to screech
your name on the table of the universe.
My tobacco laughter
used to frighten you.
But now my cough couldn’t startle
the starfish at the bottom of the shark tank,
in the Venice Beach bar,
where I gargled scotch, as lampposts
conjured the gargoyles of the beach.
The moon in the cracked window
sent arrows of mist
into my retina of a thousand cats,
as I wrote you letters
on palm leaves in the wind.
I searched in my left pocket,
found the hole, in time,
and the locket with your auburn hair
tied to a chord of pain.
It led to my heart
of skulls, garlic, and fangs.
Like a Gypsy,
I searched for my destiny
into my palm.
Survival and solitude
was the reply of my jagged lines.
I rolled the cigar flickering on
on my face,
saw my cuts in the broken mirror
among glasses filled with licorice.
I thought of the dried corpses
I had left on pikes
in the mountains of Carpathia,
and turned to wolf, lizard,
goddamn phantom.
Yet for all eternity I gave you,
that bite you never returned.
1 comment:
Well, let's see... "tobacco laughter", "my retina of a thousand cats", "my heart of skulls, garlic, and fangs", "my jagged lines"(of destiny).It looks like a robot portrait of a decrepit, fantastic criminal, but the final argument is this one:"I thought of the dried corpses I had left on pikes in the mountains of Carpathia, and turned to wolf, lizard, goddamn phantom. I think Mr.D/Dracula gave Mina "a bite she never returned". It is really impressive how he writes love letters and how gentle he can be:X
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