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06-28-2008, 07:33 PM
I Dreamt A Bergman Film
(..in which Anna and Roy relive the Terrors of Parenting)
by Sven Grossbjorg
A The sky is gray again.
R The oil, too, is dark and in need of changing.
A Change often comes in the winter
R The scent of jasmine but a memory
A Death is a blackberry
R A republican black berry
A Berry's is indeed Black...
R His juices run dark..
A Perhaps a Brazilian?
R Sharp is the armor of the berry
A I have felt his cold thorns...
R Through my tunic tattered and torn
A My tongue knows the metallic taste of his talons
R Bitter as an old sparkplug still uncoated with honey
A Effie soiled her gingham dress yesterday
R The Earth calls out to be fondled
A It was the green one with mauve buttons
R I felt Death in the Halls of Safeway
A He lurks by the condiments
R Her grandmother will be saddened by her loss
A She played in gingham by the seaside...
R Before the broken glass left by the war
A Chipped the buttons were and old
R He waits with empty cart...
A ...for Unsuspecting Youth
R Who believes they're invulnerable?
A Even the dove must taste the Dark
R Unscarred, not scared - nor are they sacred
A In the willow grove the naked toads lie shivering
R better than to find the bright peach is rotten at its heart
A Or the herring, mad with grief, has left its blue bed
R I saw the outline of a feather on the frosted glass
A The ptarmigan flees the hungry hawk..
R The salmon-child invades the sow bears' dreams
A A moose calf smiles beneath the pond in the Cedars
R In the brickyard a child sits alone crying
A Like rolling waves, Despair comes to the Good
R She must wash what she has soiled...
A I live in terror of the landlord
R His horns are dull and green with moss
A I've smelled dead children on his breath...
R Half-eaten by ravens your sandwich awaits
A 'Neath the bridge in the rain the ozone tastes fear
R Your gall would sharpen the sting of a wasp
A Is it so the white keys are larger than the black?
R The lobster-hued mountain sees well with one eye..
A Dark ones lie hidden in the humid swamp
R The slug trails bode evil like Celtic runes
A The song of the Banshee turns marrow to stone
R Pouty is the youngest and spoiled
A As the prawns of last summer's moon
R Through her shrewish lips flow a river of demands
A I fear we are stumbling in the unruly surf
R I must rise early and drive them to Paradise
A Harald's smile is soft like the wing of the moth
R Nettles await like the copper lance of Lars
A Of thy invisible sting, be not proud!
R Purple as the heather are the noisy one's lips
A Stilled now, they're as Blue as Death
:hmmm::hmmm::rose:
(..in which Anna and Roy relive the Terrors of Parenting)
by Sven Grossbjorg
A The sky is gray again.
R The oil, too, is dark and in need of changing.
A Change often comes in the winter
R The scent of jasmine but a memory
A Death is a blackberry
R A republican black berry
A Berry's is indeed Black...
R His juices run dark..
A Perhaps a Brazilian?
R Sharp is the armor of the berry
A I have felt his cold thorns...
R Through my tunic tattered and torn
A My tongue knows the metallic taste of his talons
R Bitter as an old sparkplug still uncoated with honey
A Effie soiled her gingham dress yesterday
R The Earth calls out to be fondled
A It was the green one with mauve buttons
R I felt Death in the Halls of Safeway
A He lurks by the condiments
R Her grandmother will be saddened by her loss
A She played in gingham by the seaside...
R Before the broken glass left by the war
A Chipped the buttons were and old
R He waits with empty cart...
A ...for Unsuspecting Youth
R Who believes they're invulnerable?
A Even the dove must taste the Dark
R Unscarred, not scared - nor are they sacred
A In the willow grove the naked toads lie shivering
R better than to find the bright peach is rotten at its heart
A Or the herring, mad with grief, has left its blue bed
R I saw the outline of a feather on the frosted glass
A The ptarmigan flees the hungry hawk..
R The salmon-child invades the sow bears' dreams
A A moose calf smiles beneath the pond in the Cedars
R In the brickyard a child sits alone crying
A Like rolling waves, Despair comes to the Good
R She must wash what she has soiled...
A I live in terror of the landlord
R His horns are dull and green with moss
A I've smelled dead children on his breath...
R Half-eaten by ravens your sandwich awaits
A 'Neath the bridge in the rain the ozone tastes fear
R Your gall would sharpen the sting of a wasp
A Is it so the white keys are larger than the black?
R The lobster-hued mountain sees well with one eye..
A Dark ones lie hidden in the humid swamp
R The slug trails bode evil like Celtic runes
A The song of the Banshee turns marrow to stone
R Pouty is the youngest and spoiled
A As the prawns of last summer's moon
R Through her shrewish lips flow a river of demands
A I fear we are stumbling in the unruly surf
R I must rise early and drive them to Paradise
A Harald's smile is soft like the wing of the moth
R Nettles await like the copper lance of Lars
A Of thy invisible sting, be not proud!
R Purple as the heather are the noisy one's lips
A Stilled now, they're as Blue as Death
:hmmm::hmmm::rose: