This is my voice


I have no tongue. It was amputated when a tumour was detected. And I cannot speak. So this is my voice...a month of reflection, 10.000 words on what it is like to be a tongueless wonder - mixed with the trivial, the banal, the irrelevant, the 'has nothing to do with', the poetic, the imagined, the grotesque and the ridiculous. A month of faith and despair. To what purpose? None whatsoever...this is just my voice.


Thursday, 31 December 2009

Another poem


LIFE RULE, YOU FOOL
Away from home,
There are no rules.
All excursions,
No work conclusions.
All the time,
Waiting for crime,
To appear on the news,
While listening to blues.
Every day,
I walk the wrong way.
Every night,
I turn off the wrong light.
When the sun comes out,
I want to give a shout,
But I can’t,
I don’t want,
I’m too lazy,
I’m too crazy.
In bed,
Where’s my head!?
Am I dead!?
Just a dream,
Don’t have to scream,
Do you want ice scream?
Then pay your own,
Get your phone,
To find the ice cream’s home.
Don’t be so rude,
I want some food.
One day,
You go to the bay,
You say:
I want to go to a cliff
They say:
There’s a cliff.
You look down,
You bet a pound,
You can jump off the cliff ground.
You hear,
But you have no fear,
It’s death,
Are you deaf?
You’re dead,
You’re in the coffin bed.
Away from home,
There are no rules.
Before you die,
Say: BYE!

by Alex

No comments:

Post a Comment