LETTERS FROM LEINSTER ROAD, 23

 

10 TRACKS

 

 

FATHER IN YOU 01

HEARTS CANNOT GO AS FAST AS PLANES 02

COME UNDONE 03

LAID LINES 04

THE GOLDEN KITCHEN AGE 05

HEARTPRESSED VINYL 06

ANNI HAS LEFT THE BUILDING 07

CORYPHAENA 08

HOOD OF LOVE / DUBLIN SONG 09

HIDDEN TRACK 10


FATHER IN YOU

 

For the pup in the wolf: Trust him
as he knows better than you do.
For a knowledge raised up long before
he himself was born.
Telling you that you don't need an eggshell
to be protected from what is your habitat.
That you don't need an uterus any longer
where is no ground for your paws
to stand on.

But dry your coat to be
touched, pulled, caressed,
reflecting moon's rays.
For spreading your toes covered with
skin, able to read the road.

Follow.

 

 

For the wolf in the pup: Let a gap between the two of you.
As much as he needs not to lose track and as little as necessary
not to be pulled.
Leave traces he can read and turn your eye from time to time.
If necessary
carry him for a while.
But only when he has fallen asleep;
for him to be remembered only as a dream.
If he laughs, call the pack;
even the ones that already passed away;
for him to feel
that his laughter is part of an ancient howling; fundamental.
To ensure he will go on
even if silence covers the scent with snow
and only traces from exotic tempting creatures can be seen.

The day you'll face each other;
the day your strides follow the same rhythm -
bow down

As he is what you are.



HEARTS CANNOT GO AS FAST AS PLANES

 

It was hard asking it to follow me
down the stairs
where a decent cab driver took my
suitcase, full of books.
It looked outside the back window for a long time
which made it unable to have a chat with the driver
whose licence card in the front telling me
his name was Peter.
So we were silent politely and he gave me a gentle
tap on my shoulder
when we stepped out of the car;
me pulling both, heart and suitcase,
across the road
watching the automatic door
open and close / open and close.
Finally we made it to the gate.
Finally it told me: I will stay;
as hearts cannot go as fast as planes.


COME UNDONE

 

I concentrate on my memories,
try to save them on the disk behind my heart.
But they come undone
only leaving a lash in my eye.

LAID LINES

 

Nothing of what you did can be seen on my skin,
but if you hold me against the light
a pattern shows up
made by your fingers pressing my flesh
so deep
my bones were engraved.
Now they are archived by the order you touched me.
Beginning from mouth.
If you bring up a magnifying glass to my ear conch
you can read the words you had whispered into me.



THE GOLDEN KITCHEN AGE

 

Never once has any man I've met
sitting naked on my kitchen chair
like the way you do.
The heartbreaker.
Tom Petty sings
Into the great wide open
for the last time.
And I wanna cut your hair
while the holy dove still moves in me.
You buzzing
Come as you are and
somebody to love.
And I think you must be under pressure
and I would like to assist until we both fell into
the black hole sun
until we stand inside the love of the other.
Until we both turn into mockingbirds
who won't fear the cold november rain.


HEARTPRESSED VINYL

 

Choose another record
change the soundtrack of your life
background singers should be fired
singing only what your father says


Sharp the needle
let your heart press vinyl
like you pressed your lips on mine last night
this is music, not a desperate's man fight
trust me, I know I'm right

 

 

Choose another record
change the soundtrack of your life
background singers should be fired
singing only what your father says

Blow the dust away
design a new and colored cover
nothings matter
nothings bother
create a symphony out of their chatter

Choose another record
change the soundtrack of your life
background singers should be fired
singing only what your father says



ANNI HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

 

You spread out with every cell
But as it is
for every new one
another one has got to die
if not
you'll have to give them all away
that day, that day

So I left this body like the empty
cocoon of a butterfly
went somewhere deeper, hidden
inside
Here the ground could carry me
over it, over it
This room builds a bridge
I can cross, even if ...

 

Once in there I met the moose
standing right in front of me
bowing his head
So I could see what's lying inside
the concave swale of his antler

There were my dreams
kept in shimmering water
He said: Drink
And so I did
And now I live


CORYPHAENA

 

You touch my face
so close to yours
as we rest on our sides
held in balance by your hand below
Your whispered Hi is like a breeze to me
and I bop up and down the water
with your left eye being my Sirius
with your right eye being my Capella


And I swim supine with the sea below me
never fathomed, never mapped.

Send out the dolphinfishes
I am hungry for it.


HOOD OF LOVE / DUBLIN SONG

 

We walked down from Temple Bar
all the way to Rathmines
Hands knotted, hearts open
Irish girls wearing miniskirts and stilettos
lumbering over the cobbled street in front of us
music fragments drifting out of pubs
Dublin yarning a cocoon around the two of us
I declare Dublin is my hood of love

 

 

We cross the canal and on the surface of the water
I see some mermaids swimming
wearing their most fancy fins
They passed the estuary for a budding night
to entrap some decent drunken guys
They blow us kisses, giggling and wise
Dublin knows what's going on between us
I declare Dublin is my hood of love

We slipped in between the bedsheets
with you doing what my hungry heart feeds
The moon outside sends us some light
I fall into you and into Dublin's night

This is Dublin telling the story of us
I declare Dublin is my hood of love.



 

 

Come here for Christmas
we buy an acicular tree
hanging in our memories,
our inner wishes

My brother will shoot a duck
which we will pluck
and put it into the oven
together with oranges
scenting like licked lips

HIDDEN TRACK / COME HERE

 

Come here for Easter
we blow out eggs
hanging them into flourishing trees
Magnolias, Brooms and Lilacs

I bake some scones
we put tons of butter on them
when they are still warm
leaving crums on the sheets.

Come here
The church's doors are open all

around the year.