Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous ? Dormez-vous ?
In the morning sleeping dreams
wake me with pregnant ringing bells
Ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong.
I’m so tired so tired my little friend
“Where did my life go?”
And the little girl in pink on a
bicycle says, “First tell me;
what is your monster?”
the cat has a voice eating me
and i’m so exhausted in this world
and cicada likes it’s voice
droning ding, dong, ding!
Found myself in a cemetery
“don’t be shy so come closer.”
And blue skies sins a tune
so familiar I should have known.
the lining of a coffin lost it’s
glue and smothers the breathing
death of a half-life corpse
I am on a date and everyone
collapses in applause realizing
that i know i am one of them
:the dead disbelieving life
and well does it matter if
9 month old babies laugh
at me?
:: 07-1/8/9-2015 :::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 