Slow, lingering death of feelings

Breathe while you count

 

release what is hidden and breathe out

 

in the nettles lies God’s hope

 

scream out all your gold

 

your center completely at rest

 

you fold the root of the harvest

 

I dawn upon you

 

you are yourself so eel-like

 

breathe the day’s lake into me

 

neck rising from the nearest ditch

 

you sleep so sweetly

 

in the slow, tenacious death of feelings.

 

 

 

Merely washing your feet

 

coolness ignites your glow

 

the frogs are croaking

 

for your extinct self

 

merely drawing the curtain aside

 

laying a blanket over your body

 

makes the room touch the sun’s rays

 

death, leprously covered in a runny nose.

 

 

 

Breathe through the day’s mire

 

neck rising from the nearest ditch

 

my dearly beloved green meadow

 

for the slow, tenacious death of feelings.

 

 

 

Stop at the number you have reached

 

it pours out of your mumbling

 

up the nearest gable wall

 

a gunshot rang out

 

your outline

 

drawn in chalk

 

the day breathes through its circles

 

very dry in the throat

 

the colors die at twelve o'clock

 

the flag hangs limp

 

eggs emptying from the crown of my head

 

just standing there, staring.

 

 

 

Breathe, draw in the air

 

breathe out all your hopes

 

lift the houses up from my extinct self

 

in your sleep

 

lives the slow, tenacious death of feelings. 

Your lips flap the yard’s horses

 

it is the slow, lingering death of feelings

 

and you’re a fraud

 

for the slow, lingering death of feelings

 

a clean arse to toot through

 

it is the slow, lingering death of feelings

 

slow, lingering death of feelings

 

slow, lingering death of feelings

 

slow, lingering death of feelings.