Schatten und Helden

A Poem by Austin_Meehan

Schatten und Helden

Refuse the bread

Refuse the wine

All the flesh and evening’s rush

You will find nothing divine

It’s strange tendencies towards excess

Caught in it’s swoon

Quite alive and doomed

A strange life in the making.

Ein seltsames Leben in der Herstellung,
verstreut über tausend Notizbücher
in den Sonnenuntergang gekritzelt
ins Licht selbst
auf jeder Leinwand
in die Erde selbst.

So be done with the terrible magnets

And hoarse mocking laughter

That undoes everything

Unmakes each pulse

Each cell each wave

Each chemical reaction

Undoes every sunset

Unwrites every poem I will ever write.

Heulen und das Universum achtet nicht darauf
nur hellbunte Huren und Sterbliche
Niemand, der es wert wäre, versucht zu werden
niemand, der es wert wäre, von ihm in Versuchung geführt zu werden
Kein würdiger Gegner
Und so stirbt der schwarze Stift.

Anxiety that comes in abundant heaps

The car comes and I am collected like dust

Or old coats

I spill into the seat much like a drink.

To be this many people at once is deranged

Feeling dangerously idle.

Bücherregale
geschwollen wie Brüste
Die Stadt unten in einer Art schläfrigen Tagtraum
Ich trank und ich trank und die Zeit verging.

Then came dawn and the streets came alive

I raced Eastward through dense mist and heavy fog

The coming of a storm of fates.

Der November kehrt zurück
wie wir es sagten
Einmal so grausam und anmaßend
Jetzt finde ich es höflich und nicht aufmerksam
Ich habe es sofort bemerkt.

Too tired to sleep

Too tired to write.

The rain hurries us to our beds

To sleep

Counters every clock

Every leaf on every tree

Each sounds like wet drums

Of some lackadaisical war band

In need of a dry place.

Fate is cruel

But sometimes kind

Holds grudges and allied with time

And countless pointless conversations

Confessions made at dawn taken back at dusk

Night fell like a drunken fool

In some idiots trance

Or some witches spell

Some guide without names or numbers.

A strange life in the making

Full of the few,

Shadows and Heroes.

© 2018 Austin_Meehan

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Randolph

Just THICK with savage, perfect imagery. I'm seriously impressed with the paintings you make. What, if any, music do you listen to as you write, if you don't mind me asking? Very curious.