MELANCHOLIQUE

i want to tell you the truth
that is the thing about this sort of picture
my flowers fell on the floor
and i had never seen anything
so pure, so dangerous.

for i now see right through the skin
to the hopes underneath
funny depictions of life
every bit sad and awkward
melancholique

melancholy whores
inconclusive moving shadows
nothing outlasts dreams
the dreams of lonely
empty pockets

floored du mal
watching static
static landscapes rolling by

the abject platitude
of longing for belongings
belongings that never did or do quite feel right

the moving truth about hell
is the perverse freedom that derives
from knowing there is no happyend
that the world is going to break you
eventually

 

 

© elizabeth fischer, 2004