Tuesday, November 8, 2011

the teenage girl in hell

the teenage girl in hell




we are doing desperate things
things to survive
living on the streets
we would go and see Mr. Jones
to buy some weed
he had two dobbermans
Roxy and Smith
there were all manner of things that Mr. Jones didn't believe in
except for the concept of servitude
his only profound belief
he dedicated his life to serving humanity
he had a lot to say about the relations between men and women
Mr. Jones wasn't a very ennobling creature
he always left out the better sides of his personality
never trying to justify his moral stand point
You were not my first love
Not the first frenzy in my heart
I had fallen in love before
Many times before you
The idea of it seems so outdated and inappropriate now
Love is an old-fashioned idea
Something previous generations did to appease social norms
Not the new modern world that has thrown away its superstitions
You are searching for your true abstraction
Wanting to break this power relationship
A manipulation of democracy
Plunging into a state of stupor
To say, a radical uncertainty
Absorbed by this permanent refraction
There is an obscenity in the functioning
I take your shirt off
There is a silence between us
You say that the silence is obscene
Eliminating any elective chance
Obstinate denial
You are a tree and then a flower
Only one is in danger of being attacked
A game of malicious foretelling
An eruption into the ironic mirror
You are supposed to be a willing partner
Constantly producing failure
Subtle is your revenge
I reveal your trickery
How you use the special features of the camera’s angle
Of power
Of desire
Of choice
The deepest desire
Your happiness depends upon the despair of your will

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