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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L H ANDRESS-ZEISS
[Continued]
ARTHUR-and-the..........................GRAIL!
A-POT-OF-PURE................24 KARAT-GOLD
I-AM!
And-now.......................THE-WORLD/SPINS
RIGHT!
Somewhere..............MY...............Heart..........Also.............BLED!
But-Bleeding.................Stops............and/HEARTS
GLOWS!
A-Picture-Perfect.....................Setting-'n-The/Snow!
His-Hair.......................................SOFT-AS-SNOW!
By Fatmir Terziu
In Victoria I always see fog
In the stubborn glass that always paints me
In Victoria I hardly have time
To even throw a glance at my hair.
I pass my hand very quickly
Over my half-naked-head
And instinctively
Focus on three hairs standing spiked.
Only in Victoria do I have some time
To see myself elegant
Only in Victoria am I deciphered
On the Zeiss sunglasses I expand to an elephant.
There thousands of movements are extinguished into standstill
The glance of my eyes remains frozen
Tiredness, upset and overexertion
Lost, half-asleep amid the clamour!
In Victoria I leave my signs everyday
Mornings, Afternoons, among the routine signals
I leave the space and enter disorder
Like a blade of straw in every season.
It was not the robe flowing beanied
kind;
nor the ball batting
St. Louis slugging
variety.
I saw the shrill-
whistling flying
mr. proud to be a bird
red male looking for a
palomino-ed colored female kind of cardinal
come a calling not for me,
the earth-bound tin-eared
feather-free wingless woman
martian-looking
through a pair of Zeiss.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 21, 2012