'Oh, no, not another one!'
--Satine in Moulin Rouge (Baz Luhrmann, 2001)
A Game of Pax, or Echo,Version 5
As over and over
she rolls percentile high[1]
Drowning out of
key you hear her cry
'Speak to
me. Why do you never speak.
Speak.
What are you
thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what
you are thinking.'[2]
'I think we are in the Alley
I have a
reputation to uphold.'
(your bishops and
castles all inside the palm of my hand)[3]
What is when we get there?
'Oh, Yes, Oh Yes,
oh bugger this for a lark.'
If I wore my Freudian slip
Would you prick my binary lip?
One track mined:
'I want to fuck your brain!
I'm stupid but I
love the company of geniuses'
(when they find
you've got a little in here[4])
Then not to seek
nor strive nor even yield.
The gods throw
loaded dice their feet are cold
The Lady[5]
looks away and pares her nails
The panting boots
of truth[6]
can leave a mess[7]
These fragments[8]
let them bleed and wash away[9]
She couldn't
choose between the shower or the bath [10]
double
dipped old spice and guilty
innocence,
Found tiny shiny[11]
keys inside the car
But unlocked nothing.
An apple a day -- --[12]
Two too unable
stars beyond the pale.[13]
She swore off pop
songs and lobotomies,
A man who threw
out logical fallacies
like tacks behind
a getaway car,[14]
he feels
the very least he
can do is to shut up[15]
Heu, modo itera
omnia quae mihi
nunc nuper
narravisti, sed nunc Anglice.[16]
(It Doesn't Make Sense
For me to cry out
in my own defense) -awil'd.[17]
Decrypt's a fine
and private place[18],
Acronum.
Just act bemused
if confused
Just did it for a
poem[19]
(it's all been done)[20].
We artists are as
women, longing for love[21]
A linear brain is
a pain in the -- -- --[22]
Like a sponge, a
sieve, like, a trap
Mnemosyne[23]
playing eetzah[24]
with metaphor
The model can't
be clearer from a distance
I cannot tell the
truth I cannot tell
So " art may
imitate life,"[25]
she mused, but
My muse has
ripened and rotted and repeated
Ω
Ερατω, fickle bitch, bring
your sister.[26]
Ook[27]
Alpha Ook Omega Εχω Εχω Εχω
Thru Ronnie[28]
Eris[29]
Vesta[30]
Dedalus[31]
The Bastard[32]
My Pandora
syndrome can beat up your Oedipal Asp's[33].
And even myth is
long forgotten[34],
enough
For revelling
turgid-minded in lethargy
Like Me, Like Me[35],
our automatic sympathy...
