On Wednesday May 14th 2014, a bunch of authors: Tony Burgess, Jade Wallace, Suzanne Alyssa Andrew, Liisa Ladouceur, Liz Worth, and myself gathered at the Nocturne in Toronto to remix Bauhaus lyrics into poetry.
Here are my remixed poems:
Ecstasy
Nerve ends
crucifixion ecstasy
One eye’s closed
checked in agony
Will it stay shut?
Stigmata bleed
What
if
if
if
Holes in head
Indelicate Nerves.
Delicate Nerves
Indelicate Nerves
Delicate Nerves
Stigmata oh
Stigmata oh
Stigmata oh
Tell tale tongues
weep for me
Brittle spittle
The fabric of dreams
Nerves.
As you feel the twist
pumping heart
Nerves nylon /nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Sense of serenity splintered glass.
Look into your crimson orifice
random cutlery cuts
In holy remembrance
Nerves. Nerves.
in your splintered plight
Nerves. Nerves.
Stigmata oh
Stigmata oh
Nerves.
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
Nerves nylon/nerves steel
In scarlet bliss
Father, son, and holy ghost
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
In nomine patri et filii et spiriti sanctum
Aleb
Aleb
Aleb
Aleb
the man with the xray eyes is alone with everybody
(bauhaus meets bukowski)
the flesh covers the bone
shoes that no man would want to wear
and they put a mind
Wipe away the night’s last cold stare
in there and
Red fist curled ’round the house
sometimes a soul
Was away boy Shelly’s shoes
wash
and women break
Chocolate power is so crisp
vases against the walls
The atomic open house is really here
and the men drink too
And we have gone so desperate
too much
Your power knows no bounds
and nobody finds the one
And heavier with time
but keep looking
Are our shoes
crawling in and out
That no man would want to wear
of beds
New tread wipes a wet road so dry
flesh covers
it stings
the bone and the flesh
Into the borrowed course
searches for more than
Under the dreadful birds
flesh
Under the singing soil
there’s no chance at all
And all those guilty clouds
we are all trapped
I have seen too much
by a singular fate
Wipe away my eyes
nobody ever finds one
Too much
the graveyards fill
nothing else fills
who killed mr moonlight (bauhaus in haikus)
1. Consider green lakes
broken arrow face wound
smile shot innocence.
2. midnight proposals
shot nostalgia in the back
shadow of his smile
3. all our dreams melted
are hiding in the bushes
doing dead men stunts
4. our burnt stories
we can’t paint any pictures
as the moon had all our brushes
5. extracting wasps stings
you who killed mr moonlight
you his shadow smile
The Virgin Mary
Virgin mary was tired
So tired
Never would be invited
to the funeral rosegarden
that was hers
She’s tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints
her disappointment runs with her guests
Her guests wreaking havoc
From all sorts of
All sorts of
Untidy whores without agency
Her men are chosen from the rest
They came from next door
And a bewildered stream of chatter
But their choice don’t seem to matter
She’s got swollen breasts and lips that putter
And her choice of matter and her screams of chatter
Is just a little parasitic scream of whores
Screaming whores
So tired of listening to gossip
Gossip and complaints is she
In the rosegarden funeral of sores
Virgin mary was tired
she came from next door
Came from next door
Opened up the gates
Intruder not, Owner
Rosegarden
Garden rose
Rose garden
Garden rose
Rose garden
Garden rose
The Virgin Mary laid down to rest
in her
Rosegarden funeral of sores
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