Steppenwolf

Do you remember
how I had no time to fall in love?
my soul was tired of waiting.
I was just happening
on the corner of a pillow
weaving memories we'd never shared.
am I supposed to love all the boys
that find me beautiful?
I've never been keen on disillusion.
if I'm ugly,
than ugly must be
the Steppenwolf I lie next to.
I don't need love,
just mind-fuck me again.
Slapstick is better than any kiss or punch
a boy could give me.

***

So you thought that my heart wasn't brave enough to sing
wasn't brave enough to tell a story
but still it screamed when half beasts were dragging me to bed
and still it sharpened its knife to strike the hunters
that were chasing my hybrid lover.
from wood to tall buildings
it followed your steps,
a half-breed wolf
that was eager to bleed
and it sang while licking your fur
and learned how to play even the strings of silence
that were hanging from your teeth
while sniffing strangely intriguing new prey.

oh, love,
are you happy, love
are the golden girls with coral guns
worthy sopranos?
tell me, love,
don't sing to me, love,
about the foul play of cherry lips
that sting,
about the bones that crack
under the heavy remains of a breath,
about the fireworks
that disguise themselves in atomic bombs.

oh, love,
preach about sin, love,
tell me about the restlessness of your skin
that was tired of all that fur,
tell me about the cage that your throat was
and about your limbs that were willing
just to listen,
and you are going to ask me, love,
was dancing ever a sin?
no,
love,
but have you ever seen angels dancing?

so tell me love,
how come, mute as I am
my heart was brave enough to sing
for all the voices you had ever heard?