Thursday, March 15, 2012

i know not what your deal is

i am a fuggin lovely bastard
i have you mid-quake
fuggin give me your whole
fuggin cram a whole lotta your love into me

i am fuggin broken down inside this church
i am a dead monk laughing
vow of fuggin silence be damned

cuss into the fuggin butt of my worship
the petals of sacrament have been plucked

i remember you laughing
you are the number of times i have laughed

if i had a cell i would grow moss inside it
inside each of my holy cells a new fuggin moss explodes

what's great is you
what's never is complete
constantly i dream i am complete
of you

-- kristoff hungerbutt, 1823
trans. daniel bailey, 2012

Thursday, March 8, 2012