Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Arms of Venus de Milo


And at the centre of the cardboard maze
The prize that loiters wears no gilded skin
No statue of Apollo or Venus de Milo
No fountain of eternal youth

But the water is sweet
And the marble replete
Of the anodyne agenda of power

And at the end of the day
The prize that we seek wears no skin at all
No almighty god nor gun toting messiah
Will return your fountain of youth

But the water is sweet
And will never repeat
Those sins that you chose to acquire

And on the side of the road
Road-kill un-skinned the prize of the earth
No memory no marker
No fountain of eternal youth

But the water is sweet
And we may never meet
With the face of all we desire


Title from Television's Venus
The world looked so thin and between my bones and skin
(...)
I fell right into the Arms of Venus de Milo.

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