when I was a child I dreamed America
oil on canvas, 2008
48 by 48 in.
In the space of just one slipped beat of a tongue
there is big bang and total entropy
from red giants to white dwarfs
the whole scale
of cosmic dimensions are falling
out of my mouth
in the description of a kiss
of the interimlovers
of the interimlovers
in the interim
between microphone and microcosm
between chaos and on no course
between plankton and philosophia
between semtex and utopia
there they are
the interimlovers
in their communal mouth
lives a colibri
with each humming beat of its wings
too swift for the eye to see
cultures flourish and perish
whole continents vanish
here are no harmless words
all by far too large
an example most simple explodes
in 1014 for
the interimlovers
the interimovers
in the interim
betweem toothache and oil of cloves
between genesis and sixsixsix
between C2 and vitamin c
between ultramarine and navy frigate
the interimovers are intimate
the interimlovers
in the
INTERIM
in the course of just one winking beat of an eye
they have putsched
the government was felled
parliament dissolved
elections held
results annulled
new elections called
then finally exiled
in history reviled
I wade through the filth of mighty
metaphors
meta, meta, meta by metre
with gestures far too wide
for the interimlovers
the interimlovers
are lovers in the interim
between temporary and tempura
between rope and sword dance
between times and on the sea floor
between semtex and utopia
they lay in each others arms
thirstly devour
that last little drop of light
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
the lovers
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
not really
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
Die Interimsliebenden
Blixa Bargeld (Einstürzende Neubauten), 1993
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