Opera Populaire

I went to watch a musical,

fell in love with a mask.

Found a face behind it,

kept it in a cask.

In a cask, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,

and arias brought me to tears.

Tried to catch soprano notes,

hid them in my ears.

In my ears, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,

its dialogue stuck on my tongue.

I walk the world on all its stage,

the stage where Christine had sung.

Christine had sung, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,

worlds were built in costume changes.

The colors gave me goosebumps,

visual vocal ranges.

Painting songs of praises, in my mind.

I went to watch a musical,

gunshot was the curtain call.

France collapsed beneath my hands,

cried a masquerade in the hall.

(Rowed a boat, on the candles,

with a mask, and a monkey,

pleading eyes, music angels,

in my mind, in my mind,

in my mind.)

obra

(i read a thousand sentences everyday
and one time when i was fifteen i
came across one that i didn't understand)

Your fingerprint was carved by God,
out of slate and marble.
He picked out diamonds
for your eyes
and pearls for your teeth.

Your words are
woven by Monet;
your nerves,
spun by spiders.
Your hair, curled by
rolling hills;
Your touch,
scorched by cider.

Yet this is a
mere caricature
of you.
You are no
Michelangelo masterpiece;
you are no
Sistine Chapel cherub.

You are you are you;
and that is the miracle,
the artwork,
the goldmine.

(but now i do:
you are like someone i made up in my head)