#04.2012

Du warst so klein, wie die Fläche einer Hand,

als wir dich bekamen & das Band entstand.

Täglich spielten und lachten wir gemeinsam

und nachts lagst du gern auf meinem Arm.

Die Zeit mit dir war & bleibt unvergleichbar,

sind die Erinnerungen auch nicht alle klar.

Der Schmerz im Herzen wird nie enden,

doch irgendwann halte ich dich wieder in meinen Händen!

We are too young,

we are wallowing in the abundance of our youth

splashing in the excesses of --too much-- 

feeling

living.

We careen through these years

tilting and twirling in drunken angles,

shouting and singing the strain of feeling -this much- into our voice boxes

unhinging

uncapping

uncovering

the lid of whatever we have contained--

constrained ourselves inside of.

Your eyes will shine too brightly

we will laugh too loudly,

and my heart will burst too quickly.

We will tell ourselves we can find immortality at the end of a long drive

in the corners of closely held conversations

we will be reckless with our innocence.

We will swear like sailors,

we will eat too much butter

and too many dishes better served in moderation. 

Our arteries will grow thick coats of built up gluttony,

as too many winter layers of blubber settle under our skin.

Our livers will groan under the alcohol drunk 

in love

in sorrow

all in good fun.

Our backs will get too burnt

from a sun that was just too strong,

Itching ourselves out of our too-tight skin

we will peel off the impatient layers far too soon.

I will want to lie next to you too often

and you will never want to want me quite enough to make anything happen.

We will exist in overdoses of happiness and despair,

of agony and ecstasy,

excesses of life pouring out of us, over us, into us,

Gig - Ziggurat Creative Presents... Teletextile (NYC) - Bedford's Crypt - 17.04.12 - £4adv

Avant-pop from New York City. With support from Butterfly & The Shadow Committee.