Jens Poems
A MOMENT IN THE SUFFERINGS OF A NAIAD

WHY DO I FALL?
HEADLONG, HEADLONG...DOWN INTO THE DEEP CONCRETE FORREST
DOWN...DOWN, CAUGHT ONLY BY TIME
NOT BY WALLS BUT ONLY BY YOUR BLEEDING BODY THAT BURNS OF
LONGING
A SWALLOW, LIKE BALSAM TO YOUR BLEEDING WOUND WE RIDE
TOGETHER, YOU AND I, DEAR DiMAGGIO
......AGAINST ALL TIME, AGAINST ALL QUESTIONS

WHY DO I STUMBLE?
....BEFORE THIS CHOICE, BEFORE YOU KNEW THE ANSWER TO ALL
THE QUESTIONS I WAS BEYOND THE MEADOW,
FLYING WITH THE SWALLOWS....FAR BEYOND ALL DOUBTS
LIKE A DECAGON, THE GREEDY WITH GREAT JOY RUBS HIS COIN IN
THE MISRABLES VOMB
A BARE BOSOM IS WHAT I AM, DiMAGGIO

LIKE A WOODBINE ON A MEADOW IN THE TIME OF SUMMER, ONLY
WIND COULD REPRESS ME
LIKE THE RAVEN WITH THE MESSAGE OF THE DECEASED AGONY
BEFORE THE UNAVOIDABLE, DiMAGGIO
I AM MET THERE  BY THE NEVERENDING
....TO THE GREATEST MYSTERY MY FRIEND, MY COMPANION IN
ARMS, TO THAT I WALK ALONE
WHAT HORRORS ON THE BATTLEFIELD OR WHAT SWEETNESS ONLY THE
VICTOR CAN TASTE ON HIS TONGUE,
NONE OF THOSE CAN COMPARE WITH WHAT I STAND BEFORE

NO STORMS, NO WALLS, NOT EVEN THE WICKEDEST THOUGHT OF THE
HUMAN MIND CAN MAKE ME STOP
....STOP FOR ONLY A SECOND AND LOOK BACK
A PRISONER, IMPRISONED AND EXECUTED BY THE HILLS OF GIDEON
.....NO, NOT THE MOST MALICIOUS OF CRIMES , NO, NOT THAT,
NOT THAT  MY DEAR DiMAGGIO

HONOUR TO THE HUMBLE MAN WHO MEET ME AT THE CROSSROADS,
HE COULD NOT KNOW WHAT EVIL AND DARK HAD DISTORTED MY MIND
NOT EVEN THE MOST HUMBLE LAMB THAT FOLLOW HIS SHEPHERD CAN
EVER SEE THE GOOD I CARRY,
WHAT MAN CALL GOODNESS

LIKE A CRUST,
THE VIRTUE CAN NOT BE CALLED A VIRTUE UNTIL TEMPTATIONS
HAVE PROVEN IT'S VERY EXISTANCE
...LIKE A CRUST, DON'T SCRATCH IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW
WHAT IS HIDDEN UNDERNEATH
THIS, MY DEAR DiMAGGIO, LEAVES ME IN SOLITAIRE, IN
SOLITAIRE....
IN SOLITAIRE I AM LEFT TO ANSWER FOR MY STUPIDITY,
THIS HORRIBLE, GROTESQUE CRIME THAT I HAVE COMMITED
MAY THE SKY OPEN AND THE EARTH CLEFT
HUMANITY SHALL KNOW WHAT EVIL SON IT HAS GIVEN BIRTH TO,
LET THIS, DiMAGGIO, BE MY LAST WORDS TO YOU

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, DiMAGGIO
WHEN YOUR EYE ONCE MORE MOVE AND WHEN ALL TIME IS OVER
MY SOUL WILL FOREVER REVENGE WHAT I BECAME
AGAIN, DiMAGGIO, MAY YOU LIVE THROUGH ALL THE TORMENTS OF
HELL, THE POWERS THAT CREATED ME
GOODBYE DEAR DiMAGGIO
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