dear diary,
these are the neglected days
my dreams after the second death - more vivid than ever before, ruthless in their colouring:
1. solid sculptural pieces carved out of thin air, bejeweled installations in a concert hall
2. the solemn orchestra playing a slow paced hymn and a projection of a well equipped man
walking backwards, repeating to himself; there is no need to hurry, dandy boy, everything is being recorded, there is no need to hurry now.
3. come again, where am i, new york? the sensation of brittle bones breaking,
hushed exchanges in hidden rooms, i have lost my voice, i cannot speak,
with kaleidoscope eyes we bathe in moonlight.
the theatre stands alone, the treasury stands alone,
my name scribbled in bright capitals over its concrete walls along with some vague instructions
i am to witness the extinction of an entire race,
i am to witness the play unfold
i am to witness the death of a nebula,
i am to stay under observation,
i am to improvise, i am justice, i am doomed.
what does crime smell like, crystal
the beautiful boy, what did you do to him,
the sleeping beauty, crystal
where is he now
hospital beds, i fled.
what does crime smell like, crystal
what is it that you have done, stop wringing your hands crystal
nothing will pour out of your fingertips, what did his skin taste like
crystal you cannot poison us all
hospital wings, plastic linen, being dragged across linoleum floors.
the beautiful boy, what is it that you have done
the beautiful boy, is he dead, crystal
crystal what does death smell like
crystal are you listening to me
crystal the beautiful dancer, what did you do to him crystal
hospital wings, plastic linen, manifestation through
electrocution, these are the neglected days,
my dreams more vivid than ever before, body like a hologram.