letters to the blindmen - 1994
dear moonface
dear moonface i have nothing to say to you don't take it personally but these days i'm more interested in peanut butter crackers violin music and navel gazing it's just that i'm tired of waiting for days together which will never come i can only drink so much it's a sad excuse to be in someone's presence after all so do you still read the newspaper people are still killing each other with bullets and poisoned pens words can hurt but i'm much more into silence now it's just a phase but my phone seems so irrelevant by the way i don't have a t.v. anymore i watch the microwave instead it may just kill me most forms of leisure do it seems that's what the papers say i don't read them news is so unromantic don't you find are you a romantic too moonface i never could tell but it's that mystery that i loved in any case it was i will admit you fascinate me still but you bore me more we are all growing old i think i'll be a snooker player one day take up my cue before i fall dead i will be the snooker king play on tellys all over the isle toothless men will laud my skill and drink their swill in musty pubs at three p.m. you too will be famous one day moonface but you will still be indifferent i will feel sorry for you as i feel sorry for a broken lamp or a limping dog do not feel sorry for me even if you hear i've failed i will eat cold soup from a can and love it i will dress in old potato sacks and love it i will write useless poetry and love it you will do ordinary things but the clouds will part for you i will not blame the clouds i hope to hit the road one day soon this routine is eating me alive i think i hear a calling from the east maybe no one is waiting for me but there is always the ocean you can dive or drown in the ocean it's up to you i think i'll leave it all open so there is room for fate to breathe and for you to wonder where i am if you could understand the spaces between the lines you would understand the reluctance of my goodbye i love you goodbye last words are hard if you want the words to last remember you will always be moonface even if you are forgotten goodbye there is irony in an ending
Posted on décembre 13, 2001 02:35 PM