Man Ray
Man Ray – Lautgedicht (1924)
Man Ray
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splendor and the urban glow
in it’s journey the air skins itself
from the day,
breathe free and roam
away from dark fragrances
that have the stench of destruction,
many colored flowers fear the sunshine
and bee’s in waxen cells wait,
assassin’s claim the holy star
as low shepherds no more as minstrels
play,
ample breasted ornament of the night
gives blessing suppliante aid,
zephyr brings the bleaching draft,
youths desire lanky and untold
held in his journals all that is confident
and private,
cold fires again made him bold,
but from the ground comes an ultimatum
don’t let sorrow bear down,
juicy flood and promised kiss,
half willing freeway traffic unfurls time
as it becomes trapped by clustered vine,
nourished from her bed
lust a luxurious blaze under saffron veils
adds more fever to a new day,
petals had spread from the laden stem,
but those minutes had left ravished eyes
and new reality subsided under overshadowing
wing,
with it’s horrid glare
the air has revealed all
ink stained finger pedigree
kiss and whisper in her ear
hair dyed nocturnal sheen,
this clown without sanity
also had no morality,
for him love was the crazy light
of all dead angels,
his heart navigated slums of heaven,
babylon a drink to satisfy
and of those there where many,
at the door watched as she
burned on the brazier of sweetness,
leaving behind
he would go now and
make seven nymphs homeless,
in his mind words dwell,
a mirrors reflection
shows glance of vain apathy
downstairs and out
he went walking brisk
on soft sprung sidewalk,
there will come a last day
where pages no longer speak,
she was far behind
no turning back,
sorrow clung to his own breasts form
blood of his lust drained
pausing to turn into the bar
instead of heading home
will wait on tonight
In Solitude
that light blue evaporated,
moisture particles
dried to nothing,
leaden grey replaced
with a burden to
bow shoulders,
oppressive in a way
that coherent thought
is lost,
cast glances to the
mountains ,
no illuminant offerings,
bench on lake shore
offers expansive views
that mean nothing,
as vile twists of
darker serpent has moved
in my heart,
thickening the beat
to a slow thrum
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