"Just you wait, it won't be long. The man in black will soon be here. With his cleaver's blade so true. He'll make mincemeat out of you! "
Director: Fritz Lang
Still Life in the Hall of the Mountain King
"The end is a dirty piece of bone, broken.
The entire world sobs like an old woman"
--Charles Bukowski
Mitterand meets his cancer over
breathless plates of ortolan
the bluebird's flight a stellar M
somehow in whistling his teeth a ticklish Mmmm
the world moans like an orphan mother
drunk malinger fingers
batting at the naranjilla
painting her Bellini glass
she saves them in a leather pouch
dries them, smells them Mmmm, Mmm
nods the waiter over softly
asks for John the Baptist's head
eats it like an open heart
thanks the plate and walls and pays--
the floor below a man shakes the hand
of the whore out the door
the M's of the check scrawl suggest
pedagogue, sex fiend, narcissist,
notes in a German opera
songs of plagues and cleaver killers
the world can't wait for her
and rests on shoulders, chalky hands
the world grins like a little girl
that white song hair a tasty game
Mmmm
"Who knows what it's like to be me?"
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