From "Desperate Straights" (1975). Video footage from Lutz Mommartz.
I dream hermaphrodite and I sit up
all night our eyes on the horizon
of a wobbling bowl.
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
the bowl contains
a liquid's left putrescence
after being drained.
(What we feel we have to solve
is why the dregs have not dissolved.)
When I wake I wonder what it means;
am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image self unmixed, a risk,
in a dish for drinking
fluid with a strongly stinking
sediment is that what it means?
Am I hermaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other
19 мар 2010
