Thus did Cerridwyn and Jesus fight like Eliot and Pound
While Ché sang to Evita on what matters on the ground
And all their manifestos mean nothing to me now—
Your gods are the biggest joke since the Bible
A failure, celebrated, can never push through
The samsara of gender to seek something true
So if we are all destined to love and to lose
Let me suffer without any comforts
And the lies that you tell to make your lies worth living
Can rot with the flesh of our culture
Take instinct and reason and all our deceit
Take Brando in Paris and take my wife, please
But when you take that money and you fucking leave
Let us both understand what we’ve come to
We’ve defiled our flag as fire never could
We’ve built a stone fortress with tools of bad wood
Our symbols replace that for which they have stood
They shield us from truth and self-torture
But you were never a woman and I was never a man
Our bodies are not what divides us
February 4th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
cadences of cohen and dylan and rodriguez…
February 28th, 2008 at 3:58 am
Thank you!