Transelating "The Waste Land"
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Jennifer Chin
Not to me white mummies rely on the East Coast;
Splay their knees, break their backs,
Sometimes, only sometimes, “James Lives.”
Caught sagging under parakeets, eagles and kangaroos,
Either open hands or closed fists, humanizing
Mink skins and pioneers.
Deserts lay oceans,
Which lick the shores with thirst.
Away, we lead affected poets (purely hopeful)
Opening Pandora’s box with a saw, expelling the ground
Like an earthworm, amplifying the wavelengths with a straining ear.
Gophers dig down
With their sharp, pointed
Teeth, breathily
Owning up to their needs,
Tainting the teal Earth.
Copy my walk Caught by the trained evolution of sunsets.
Sober fish drift on oceans wide and bright, never closing their eyes.
Black numbers multiply moons with peaceful, longing filled digits.
Perfect this painting here, overdone, and yet hopeful with narrow lines withheld by a painter's handsome strokes brushes, up, sideways.
Puny loping apes dot the border, like ink in brushes crossed;
within the air, arrows fly taut.
Although educated on fire and heat, lying, horrific,
controlling diamonds separate the torments of the future.
From writing comes unknown visions; flutter, wings, breath, stop.
Mold steals time from silken arms, solidifying; the dust template.
Click, click, my teeth are bare light years away from sanity;
again, my footsteps obstructed sliding along time never
like sour oranges on baby's cries.
Never… the night begs to float above dreams wishes.
Should they bend rules to remark on sudden desire, partly devised?
Such huge memories open to diagonal interpretations.
Hair upon her ear, sighs, sobbing quietly, melodic songs, latched to lies created by heartbreaks.
Now; check the box yes, for you, the eternal wish I grant.
Red flames put sleepers to shock on adventures.
Suddenly, smooth skin leaves penguins bald created,
then lying to tombstones.
Snakily, as a snail, protected, slugs along like a toddler, learning to walk in leaves sublime.
No, showering discernment upon soldiers.
Fill my cup, merely food for thought, although romantic speeches never moved me, like grass poking around cemeteries.
Their green choked up trails forever stuck on placid mountain tops.
Screams from bright wants sneak earnestly past.
Here, can you see the others, from anything near you?
Leave your guard down; don't let them loose now.
Save both of your halves, longingly, look inward: these lives are
not for sale only the knowledgeable idiots think they win.
Bite your lips (faint) into altered perceptions and misconceptions.
Sleep does not now last forever.
Rain comes and crosses run over dreams, neglected.
Count the skeleton's breaths and you'll see.
Chop up these voices, let me be at peace.
Scared. From shouts within, from losing uprooting pretentious lives.
Move forward with polite formal chatter.
These ladies' breath fascinate drown realities and sputter with youth.
These slippery snakes sublimely ribbon down.
We count each feeling the language…
when others enter our tangent plus tangent minds,
shadows make offers longing and cherry-topped.
Witches, my house it bends.
To the morning pinecones, they turn into boxes,
blood cheats cherries out of smashed pines.
On death meaning is created.
I wonder about clear days, catching lizards stretching out in the sun.
We, hopeful, don't need anyone, lie our way to gazes,
somewhere a crack screams
Plagues fall like we count these shooting stars,
left-handed people don't live as long slowly they lose their footing.
Stop. This shining demands no pity. To and fro.
Never start off restlessly.
There is effort, here. Those who don't see, see through lies, confronted effortlessly, these souls tug along, dragging feet in the dust.
One small diamond, raised, although only slightly.
Test 1: watch this, then show him. Dream on. Watch her,
that firefly, sparkling there?
Let angels keep you in.
She wants to return to Heaven all alone. Those lying eyes can't
swallow back pretend to frown when she's around.
Keep on frowning when she's gone,
always when she's around.
These solemn words fight boredom. I acknowledge the weight, sluggishness, or absolute freedom.
Could intelligent girls lend spontaneity sometimes, though sudden.
Around everyone we yell. Silent screams while they strain.
Only sometimes, once in awhile, in true listening,
some words slip through.
When does God listen today. Morning. When God gets up and stretches.
Don't fall heels over head when your head isn't on top to begin with.
You still need to figure things out, right yourself up
chase yourself down quickly, now-
At sunset, I will drain all thoughts into the river.
They will die, without blood, drowning in the undertow,
while wanting love out of lavender candles.
Why did you give it up, she asked.
You had it back there, a security in indecision
STOP, PUT IT DOWN.
Never should you doll up, curls, irons, within a girl's paranoia,
you've done it now, haven't you?
Glare at your open eyes, the truth would take too long.
Richard always baked lemon bars to sweeten the numbers.
How about some blood? The fishes underwater can smell that.
A bleeding heart isn't as attractive, is it, when you know
where it's coming from. Please. We can search and search the stars
to take it back.
When you do, when we do, when she doesn't, he says,and we live here,
this is our town,when we take this place over, I say,
let's go with a bang.
SHOULD STOP. TAKE MY HAND
Please don't refuse, I won't let you. Stop and bend, our fingers ask.
When will it finally come, you ask, offhand.
Down the road, maybe (and turn your mind in circles meanwhile.)
Can you remind me, please, of sliding, taking bases or was it stealing" Questions don't lead to answers
(we were told this twenty times over-and believed it.)
Through hidden highways, let anything come-let's not think of us.
A one way road to obsession-we never expected
The dreams you thought you threw away still come-don't they?
While your worst make progress-PUT IT DOWN NOW
What was it you said? Wait a little bit longer come around to see,
I was lying.
YOU SHOULD TELL ME NOW YOU SHOULD TELL ME HOW to say farewell. Farewell, keep it real, apart for a time-
don't forget to pack your morning star.
For now, my love, goodnight- swear that you'll be true, I remembered too late. Fare well.
It's done now; the angels have fallen.
Their wings fall through the clouds. Now
you can sense their rosy cheeks.
Just sit. Silly, sweet, phony smiles, a wall of words.
Silence passes for seconds, for hours, our exchanges can break concrete
into pebbles that rip skin now.
Their cascades fall.
What about the breaths of carbon dioxide?
They stare, haunting, asking me; I step,
lightly so I don't make a noise.
Between the present and my decision, I fall into reveries…
Slow, small, invisible wall of glass,
tiny, inexplicable, wall of shattering rain
in your mouth.
Forget the sound of rushing water behind you as they shake
through my teeth make circle on the inside of my cheek.
sobbing only gets you so far, shoved into breaking alleyways when you think you've found a place alone,
far beyond the reaches of a tangential mind.
Homer could not create a more epic regret,
but these breaths cannot touch the ground.
Memories strip imagination, touch sand,
vertically, light on the toes, suddenly led by water, you are trying to resist.
A petal on your lips, mindlessly you blow it away.
Whispers form, kisses are snakes crawling in the loss of wind.
The moon refuses to shut her eyes;
she casts her light on the bleeding ocean.
Face cut with color, a tail on her fins, you can chant to the hymns,
just try. Amen amen amen.
slip slip slip slip slip
So easily taken down this path-you wonder why.
Unthought of fears, never shaking with false hopes.
High snow-capped Siberian tigers, never counted, always hidden.
Can you feel the lemons, downing them,
always memorizing the citrus burn in glass cups at expensive restaurants,
who really wants lemon innards in their ice water?
With our never ending colors behind us, take a turn from the drownings,
with the dolphins behind us.
Living in the quiet hum of water with tired eyes, we can see through darkness, trust those older women with blue eyes, although they don't know our violent turnings when the clock ticks.
Bought, and bribed, the savior returns.
Stereotypically, he drank coffee for breakfast, left the mugs on the tabletop.
Through his glasses, he sees privately, a dog digging up dirt.
Upon a moonshine (his dream for now), money and stocks and savings
can do nothing now.
With quiet eyes, persistently gazing I want to know answers.
I want to form questions with those eyes, leave answers in my ears.
Forget these desires, furiously pushed away.
Silence holds no answers, these moonbeans, moonshine,
moonlight and a web of words shatters.
(With an open mouth I called out to the same glass, the same breaking;
a mouth that had shattered open while I cried.)
Bless her head with a glance then shift to staring at a blank screen…
It leaves after the sun sets,
blissfully aware of a sudden change in color.
More formal than white satin dresses.
What step would stop for pennies, quieted
and hushed by the bright sky,
smothering the breath that comes naturally a receipt for tip only is placed.
This music stranded me by
waters and along
O home home, I can only hear
beside the crosswalk of
and
and a rish rash from within where men congregate at night,
where gold of the Mary Magdalene lies inexplicable
grandeur of crystalline white and pure gold.
The leaves crunch heel follows toe
The breath rises with each stroke of the arm fast paced conditioned
To fly, swing on your right.
Use mouthwash and determined hands
reach down past the
Weilalalalala weilalalie
Romeo and Juliet beating chests until love was formed
a sudden leap red with blood
the brisk passion ripped hearts apart
the zephyr carried leaves downstream.
The echo of laughter white flowers lalalalie walalalalie
Train and dusty tracks. We gave birth to you in the morning dew you undid me. By the richest Bible I swear subordinate yourself in a narrow mindset.
"My feet are stuck, and my heart races back to the beginning.
After it started he wept. He promised an "undying commitment."
I made no comment. What could I say?
"On this rock stands I should connect two and two together.”
The scarred hands of dirty labor.
My fingers fumble with expectations emptiness.
la lie
To
O do not forget me throw me out burning.
Hot dog stands feeding those toxic people,
the bun light enough to fly above a feather.
Apparently something went wrong, the birds softly mock the breadcrumbs,
they lose only hunger and gain heat.
Odors of dung disappear slowly.
This space will not contain us, even if it's only the dog's pastime.
Songs used to kill them slowly,
whispering surrender in the most sinister way,
secretly contrived for other causes of happiness.
Patience requires home and heart to be in.
Stop yourself, but only stand with pride.
Stand up. Red roads save the lust of minivans.
Pull me in, I whisper, remember that you stole the moon that night
the aftermath of an arbitrary conversation over leaves.
Hollow.
Here for a moment like overgrown gardens.
Fairies come for stolen bread.
Icicles and glaciers are melting, typical for light sun, through seven windows, shut out from the night stars.
Without love, forever is worth nothing.
Do not doubt this complete abandonment.
Echo.
Crashing minutes, rolling to the tempo of silence, listening mutely.
Acrobat performers twist and turn to lose all we've lost, what we had.
The cure for cancer came in a bottle, closed for good,
this air thickens through strangers
condemning the light froth of the ocean strangling beer bottles and seaweed.
While electrifying the Heavens, these angels hope to be reprieved, lifted up.
But when fellows never cry out, girls will stay and sip tea,
stay hushed in the backyard of courtship.
Black turns to brown turns to yellow in an upside down arc of the ages-
hush through your yearn for green again,
white loses its brightness in the absence of light.
To straighten to construct an indelible racket to mimic the mimers
covered in silver tears who wish they could look the other way again.
Shuffle the cards, drag the cobwebs out into your memory.
This sudden sunset, which no one saw, torments the sky,
wondering sensation.
I see signs contend with squares, bring into focus leaves crackling.
Subconsciously comparing the horrors with notes copied twice over,
crash crash crash
Silently I feel my heights carried away, threatening and pleading.
The quiet stay in bed with leaves rustling at their windows,
though men have taken last gazes and rhythmic breathing.
Always repeating, regurgitating.
Lying with crooked teeth, arriving with stubborn nerves,
craving the kind that lays, cowers under quivering moods
and dissolving upon contact with water.
Onward to mistakes?
How do these signs always break.
It's passing, not forever.
One kick to the jaw. Save this crystal hour.
Hope for a star gazing into contentment and grace,
ocean waves with you there, diving into lanes.
Swim.
Mack trucks make roads tremble.
The birds' voices have been taken away.
Patience is a lost virtue, hidden behind fake smiles and dolled-up faces,
only the careful seem bright enough, although, crying, they lose their secrets to greater sunsets.
We will explicitly explain your sudden death,
force the ambiguity away, come as coveted widows.
We can only take back promises so many times,
find out these clean smells, bleach over the walls like splattered emotion.
I spent this morning as an understudy for the trees singing.
We turn shoulders, roll elbows, live our soldiers in a row.
Annually violent-waiting for failure and wishing for the smell of bleach.
Stop the rain for a minute.
Sincere men don't mean what they say, immortality driving their lives.
Finally affirm-affirm-ing stop this thriving
be the worshiper and a predestined believer only tears
will bring you this much luck.
The tomato paste cans are lined up like goddesses,
major lightning storms.
Let's start from the beginning,
protest this once more don't save any songs for those souls numbed hearts take over wicked courses that speed by red lights.
Keep me.
When Heaven calls, or Satan jokes about impropriety-know that no one will hear you
just keep repeating your salutations.
We sit sideways in side doors can you stop your shuddering
when I'm around?
Please stop these miracles, you've stopped your hunter in my brain
but now sulk around, shuffling. Keep me.
Your anger has melted dissolving entirely.
I am lying on the grass always somewhere in the middle, only to peep out, stopping at the sun.
Standing makes my legs shake. Trade this dreaminess for appreciation
lose every emotion you had before, when you were in control.
KEEP ME. I say I guarantee, live for me, how much for you?
Gliding and bouncing into fakes. How much will you do?
Sleepy, stressed, sober.
How can you see the night when there's trouble during the day?
Money always makes them sick, while you, complacently waiting,
serve me lies instead and drown.
Rip these hairs and kick those shins, knock the promises
off your hands.
Captivated by your series of events, sometimes
I only read in the margins. Undercut and blacked out some forgive,
others rage. stop shivering from the warmth of he sun by the heavens.
This crashing music falls. (When winter cries)-I call.