| PRESS HARD Desperation, desperation As acne appears up on your face So you press So you press your lips against your mirror Then go to bed thinking about prostitutes in the nude waiting in a park at night Go ahead Pop your zits Watch the blood This is your blood Love it Love it Be your only lover Do what you do best Masturbate In your small pornographic room where the light that sometimes makes its way in Turns you into a choice maker Masturbate As you imagine A neighbourhood of people Making tender love to you Perhaps making hateful nasty love to you instead as you strangely derive pleasure When they hate what you are or where your are from or you know What your parents believe Hide your blemishes With your sister’s skin cream She is dead You don’t feel her spirit Memory is all that the light provides Your brain Your neurons Are all that you have Scream at the night The stars are so far away that it stretches you beyond your humanity What is happening to your teeth? They bite the inside of Your mouth and your tongue is swollen like your genitals were minutes ago Open the window And if you had thought about enhancing your masturbatory pleasures with a rope around your neck The cool September air would have traces of you and it would be your place It would be all yours, all yours Next spring you will be so pretty All this blood and pus On your mind it will no longer be a surplus Where you might go it will no longer be a surplus Be your only lover Next spring you will be so pretty All this blood and pus On your mind it will no longer be a surplus Where you might go it will no longer be a surplus Be your only lover Next spring you will be so pretty So pretty © 2008 Jerome Lebel |