Those puzzling limbs
bulldozing and bloated with uncertain careless emotion
Childish and grandstanding to humiliate, alienate,
make strange this friendship and corrupt contentment
Every wedding a funeral
Birthdays in black
Men living off the bone in red soil
In difficult phrases I journaled my love for you
You—sculpture in winter (casket speech, languid tune)
Virtuous before stampedes of entangled strangers
Droves of people pushing through themselves to see you—cameras on their
necks, shooting wildly
Basking, worshipping, overwhelmed and terrified
Infinite patience, charm, bravado—
full chested, bolstered and cradling depths of grief
You—that only blue—deep, yearning, sobering, forgiving—
slithering on volcanic crumb (a multitude of rainbow rock)
to oleander fields
to sprawling nude highways
Don’t wait, I’m coming…
Hide your time in me
There is sadness in your sincerity and I approach you as daylight
in a chaos of cold
I am afraid of harm
Of throwing you from my true character
and from embracing true chance—
away from the married past,
all my juvenile misguidance,
that which distorts the present:
deep forbidden gloom.
If you feel like mist that graciously draws edges silken, as bitter clouds burst in droplets – a burnt hand would warily seek their comforting warmth – to let you wash your shame in tears; luxuriously tonguing atonement&salt , then this is what I recommend to you.
DNM von Siebenthal
Smooth, sophisticated pop with neoclassical flourishes from the Berlin-based duo of Fabian Till and Birk Buttcherey. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2024