Saturday, January 15, 2022

Celebrating FKA Twigs

 

You’re the centerpiece, unlikely, winning

nonetheless. A Twig, a tinge, color inside,

electro, magnetic, so much freedom

imprisoned. I’ll leave that to stars, Awards, sectioned, devastated, alive, hurting goodly—the pain made terrific.

Ashes in an urn, cosmic connection, skilled at the monkey bars.

You’re a poltergeist, a troublemaker, most hate so much they’ve worshipped unbeknownst to themselves. either love or hate or a mixture—never to mind it much.  

Wombs. Ocean angelic. Nothing like one trying with ease—desperation, contradiction, as if the last to taste existence.

We’re strangers, creative agents, apparatuses, caricatures, on display, they might send us backstage.

So wedded to inner beasts, they leak out, the media might go mad: bossing up, eating skies, swallowing clouds, deep into what the audience is seeing.

Glitter on ashes, figs aside apricots, healing, confounded by new wounds, perception screaming its predilection.

You’re the meadows, a cool breeze, a sweltering desert, cold, lively, too hot to live—I must live!

Feeling pretty. Feeling ugly. Feeling in between.

You’re rebirth—wildness, a sofa on a roof, ecstasy, sobriety hurts!

You’re a cemetery, skulls ate, marrow painting, bones talking.

You’re an icon, a gate, a fence, an empty house, haunted by lusts, the people’s energies.

You’re the debt, the unpaid debt, demanding full payment, rich, fraught by poverty.

Just waves, ebbing into social marriages, the human condition, fighting against nihilism.

Through rooms, filled, too compact, furniture melting, babies running through walls, disappearing, becoming elephants, a tiny cub, made into a huge dragon.

Knotted like memories,

entangled, nonetheless,

nonchalant, ignoring souls, more fire,

rosaries staring, gnats by the dampness,

eating a blackdamp.       

The song has end pieces, disputing its actuality, deeper into exospheres, made esoteric, running its risk, reviving its worries, braiding its mixed medias, its mixed taps—

boss out!

Trumpets, harmonicas, flutes—

PS.

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