10 March 2014

Sleep



Sleep

Dream is the scorpion of sleep
But memory is the scorpion of time
Sleep is the scorpion of night
You will always get stung

Scorpius! You rode my back
You promised me!
Yet here we both die in
The middle of the river.

L. Steve Schmersal, Sleep, March 2014.

06 March 2014

Ash Wednesday



Who are you that
You wait and wait,
You wait until
I will be gone?

Who is it you
Who waits and won't
Stop waiting? I,
Will not, I will,

I will not stop
Waiting for you
To stop waiting.
When is over?

What do you want
That you wait and
You will not stop
And you wait? Why

Do you make it
So, so make it
This way? Why, what
Do you want from

Me, what do you
Make with your wait-
Ing? What: who: why
Won't you say yes?

Why are you the
Who that waits so
Where wait you, why
Is your know a no?

L. Steve Schmersal, Ash Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, 2014