[I met Léo Jarzabek yesterday. We're writing songs together, and so far, we have four done. "Holes" is a radical reworking of a poem from my collection, Borderless Bodies. This will be our fifth song. I just sent it to Léo. We're aiming to stage a performance before we both leave Leipzig in early March. It's still on course. It will happen.]
Holes all over your body!
Holes all over my corpse!
Not all holes are equal.
Some holes cost a lot.
My holes are a penny.
A penny a dozen.
What is a hole, exactly?
I don’t know any more.
How deep must you be
To be called a hole?
Some holes are like weapons.
Some holes are like roses.
Some holes are like candies.
Some holes are like stars.
I look at your holes and weep.
You look at my holes and cry.
What is a hole, exactly?
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1 comment:
How deep must you be
To be called a hole?
Struck a note with me, Your Holeyness.
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