Transelating "The Waste Land"
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Jessi Redfield
Nod to me while Fa mummifies friends on the Earthly coast;
lay on slick needles, breaking back,
not always, only sometimes, “Jammed Lions.”
Get swooping razor-caped lorikeets, eagle-eyed marsupials,
either closed firsts, humanizing on likened offences,
mingling to the west.
Renegades detested while in town,
who lick with a thirst of eager offensive.
Towards us, we led affected poets (purely hopeless)
shutting Hell with a hammer, retaining Earth
inch by inch, amplified with the staining ear.
Grooves came down
with the demonic, demented,
lovers, breathily
owing us their courteous needs,
tainted terriers of Earth.
Translate waking into sunrise
caught by the trained evolution of sunset.
Drunken captains on great peaceful seas,
upon bright clouds, slumber withheld.
White letters divide suns
with savage, longing filled flames.
Dump some make-shift cloth here,
overboard, depths hopeless with shipwrecked, broad islands
withheld by lounging Earls, whose handsome
faces, down, shown now.
Tremendous loping alps
shake into blood, like ink in
pens crossed; within liars,
axes come sharpened.
Even educated
on slick domains framed heatedly,
lying, cynical, mind eating crystal
delves the stoical ailments of ill-fortune.
From writing becomes unknown visions;
flutter, wings,
moss, begin.
Mulch shaves time from silken branches,
readying,
the dust template.
Tock, tick, here clock, barren
years light upon
necessity; again, hear obstructed stalking
slipping along meter
striking like sour shallow grammatical cries.
Oops….
Noon begs the
Neptunian brats to maintain floating
Waste Lands. Shall monkeys bend
presentation to remark on turpentine failure,
partly canonical?
Such huge coliseums open to diagonal food stalls.
Hear upon the air, screams,
sobbing quite, melodic songs, latched
to lies created by heart-cuts.
Here; circle grandly
‘cause, for you, the eternal slumber
sits easily.
Red wrappers put
beneath flappers like a two pack on final adventures.
Gone, high, squeaky, flaps penguin charmers while smooth leaves baby
the created, lying to stone crosses.
Sneakily, said the tall militia, armed,
Brandish like a child,
into maze-like forests of leaves sublime.
Not, as bathing, showered
In territorial wars of discerned paternal lineage.
Fill this honeycomb, jelly for cats,
rodents upon the air speech waves,
like bounded tombstones.
Detract congested
paths
contested among placid mountain tops.
Screams from collegiate wants
streak earnestly past.
There, can you tease others, not from nothing at least?
Leave wooden warriors around; don’t line them, marching here now.
Save quarters, take longing inwardly, look:
Sales plentiful, though, never having another life.
Overly knowledgeable campaigns win (those are idiotic) where given.
Bitten thoughts faint (feint) into groveling altered perceptions.
Sleeping never, or bringing random golden sparkles, deigned over forever.
Everest offers flaming millions affected, underdeveloped microscopic wishes, canceled.
Get more, yearling. Skeletons breathe. Count until my yearnings mold casts.
Chop against grand dames, utter morons, backed geese.
Wicked. From shouts interred somewhere, from
Top pinnacles arbitrarily, always, losing there, talking amid pathetic uprising lives.
Move in purpose. Politely mean formal chatter withal.
Fascinated gowns overtly hold lady’s breath.
Drowning realities, utter youth, extreme yapping nooses.
Withhold these slippery smirks crawling across ribbons of self.
Lives we counter, feeling…. Save this language.
When others enter through our alteriors, alighting, please, tangent here, into
Offers made in a shallow titled screen.
Lounging and pacified, cowering upon cherrywood.
Witch, top court, one snap bends.
To the mourning alums, those covered hearing boxes.
Bloodthirsty starlings off upturned cherry slammed branches.
On deadly wraps, upon meaningful topiaries.
Wonder, wonder deaths of abating lizards, clearer dears.
Bunt stretches might lay before the hopeful others when
Hopefuls want none, everything, meet anyone.
When gazing made butlers cower, lie to death,
Somwhere the crack stabs.
Counts oversee enamored sailors within plagues.
Right handed yelpers slip
Greatly, silly walkers loosing.
Wait. The Shining begins the great pity.
Ebb and flow.
Never start out restfully.
Effort lies there. Those who cannot see, see through truth.
Affronted meagerly,
Our souls tug long guises.
One minor table, elevated, although her show bit lightly.
Table one: Watch this, then show your last. Speak up.
Watch then, the downer, drowning there?
Let leaves befall their solemn slippers.
Wants turn to wishes in Heaven all alone.
Lying witches can’t swallow lead.
Frown when company resumes.
Frown above their deaths.
Always when company resumes.
Solemn downers fight never within one death.
I acknowledge weight or width pearly. Or languish.
Or salutations.
Could stupid thespians lend charity sometime, thought peace.
Around us youth yells. Hope yells while they breath.
Yet always, forever, beneath, true wealth,
some destitute evil stays.
When does Wilbur drown this time. Monday. When Wilbur gets around nooses.
You shouldn’t walk feet first, when your feet don’t feel at all.
Shall May have winter, Winter or Wild breeze. Wilderness then pleads throught.
Chase only two, though lately, all….
At sundown, I will drown our thoughts around nooses.
And we kill, this, pray without nooses, or ever-present wells collapse
While wanting love out even campus.
Why did hope give up the ghost, he asked.
You did great back there, a memory in slants
WE SHOULD YELL, PUT IT NOW
Never should squirrels leave, make-up, curls, within
this wish of knowledge, there, you’ve done is now, haven’t you?
Gaze upon our open land, description would take too long.
Dick and Harry are in, what about Nick?
How about a jump? The bear boxes can smell of salt.
Blood isn’t as attractive, you say, when you talk to everyone. Please,
we can find people of various creeds to give it up.
When we do, no one else wants to, he says.
And bands live here, slamming, something great like elephants,
when they get on a river, I say, and go save a bank.
SHOULD STOP. HAVE YOUR GRAND TAKE
When you find something to refuse, I won’t let you.
Bend and save, our supermarkets ask.
When are these days, you say, offhanded.
Down the lane, bend in the road, shake
(And turn multiple circles below.)
Can she remind you, of sliding, taking bases,
Or was it stealing? Alcohol isn’t a depressant
(We said this four times – and she believed us.)
Through the forest, will everything be – let’s not think of this.
A one way ticket to Heaven – this never happened.
The dogs you kicked still follow you – did this?
While adults make projects –
WE SHOULD PUT YELL IT NOW
What did you holler? A large yellow bus
Came around the bend just then, I was laying –
WE SHOULD PUT YELL IT NOW
WE SHOULD PUT YELL IT NOW
Farewell Tales. Farewell Downer. Keep it steady, Abalone. Farwell –
Don’t forget your cold pack for the morning.
Fare thee well, loves, for the night –
Swear your story, too late, farewell.
You’ve lost it now; A Holy Week gone to Hell.
Life falls through the cracks. Only now
can you yell, help, hear. Seraphim sit.
Silly, tart, beautiful wall of tall vines.
Bare crates make for epiphanies, battle solid pasts,
our exchanges can only break control back
into older tests that slap now. Those seraphim continue.
What of the demons? They stand, haunting, wanting me;
I stalk, left nothing in the snow.
Between the past and the choice, I cry in remembrance…
Silly, tart, beautiful wall of tall vines,
silly, tart, beautiful wall of sensual knots in your mouth.
Put back the sound of hearing beatings you began
as they shake my firmament, or grate on swings within the brain.
Sapping weasels gets you so far,
Damn’d into slivers venting into a break
when you write of another country
far off in winter beside the Campanile .
Greeks regret their works run,
But those regrets cannot touch your death.
Regrets color skin and land,
Touch rock, lengthwise, light on the ground,
Tempest lead by Satan, you are weak to resist.
A thorn in your side, mindlessly mild you think.
Whispers help, mouths brought this
Autumn on the loss of Winter.
The moon refuses to grace us with her presence;
She hides in shores.
Face wiped of color, a tale in your brain,
You chant to the Seraphim, do, help!
Whip whip whip.
slam slam slam slam slam slam
So easily forced.
Demons destroy you – you wonder why.
Never-realized dreams
never bowing down to a wily noose.
Mount Everest, Siberian menace
never saved, without peaceful courage.
Can it feel Lennon, downed inside,
always memorizing damned friends
at brunches on Canon-Fodder Café,
frequently weaseled on the Metro?
In our violent evergreens, behind us,
take a turn from beneath drownings, where the humanity of engineers awaits.
Living in a taciturn strumming of water,
in tired eyes, through brightness, trust with alive round
elder women who wink at male breaths, can’t see
our violent evergrees, when the clock strikes.
Bound, and brought, the savior returns.
Typecast, he drinks beer, even for breakfast, can
shove forgotten tan cups away.
Through the door he sees, privately
a woman drying in the moon’s cold beams.
Upon a chez lounge (his home for now),
savings and stocks and certificates mean nothing.
In tired eyes, through brightness, trust with alive round
persistently surveying the forecast.
In eyes I want to expect questions.
She the young,
Smarter than she had banished him,
yet love had no match for persuasion,
and a soft look which means more than money
proposes a timeless offer.
The meandering begins, exciting and cruel,
endless engagements with the caress of blood.
Still unproven, completely desired,
fast and decisive, the attack begins.
Exclamations have no answer,
her veracity recaptures nothing
and a mat of disappearances weakens.
(In tired eyes I surveyed the forecasts
encasing the same lounge and home;
eyes that had thieved lives from wailers
yet waltzed between the highest of society.)
Bless them with a first pathetic glance,
then gravitate toward finding in the stars…
He takes leave from momentum and gloss,
happily unaware of a deathly last
blessing. More formed than through
white donned gladiolas.
What lust would stop for favors,
pacified around a moon always?
Smothering the heart that hops autonomously,
a receipt of grammar is placed.
Strike now, while you sit among
them all, liking what your hear in the dark:
Slapping, counting, the mewing of a bedridden child.
Preference bans all sorrows, coffins never close for hunger.
Forget that death sighs,
hopes plead – I refuse to believe
but I can’t help it.
Perceive the shallow pool
When no one sounds early, while
Sonorous thieves snarl in snares.
Whine.
You look – think of the sadness.
Equator. Present fake life on silent pages,
Frankenstein’s monster’s empty corpse.
He loves me, he loves me not –
Daisy petals are ready to be read, but
I hope against them when they turn on me.
My false dreams walk a line
Lonesome because I never want to visit them – Stuttering
b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-better now?
Shut it – that’s right, the cover over her
mirrored in the animalistic eyes
creeping ever closer to us.
(Have you ever lived like a dog?)
Our reports.
Rape ages the society that it plagues.
Surprise attacks could never be prevented
When solemn elephants leave nowhere.
For everything
Makes me throw myself against it.
Dig this now:
Cool cats borrowing a bong, breathing, retching, intoxicated.
The stick enough to weigh down deprived lungs.
Knowledge apparently doesn’t come swiftly, the mockery thriving,
They lose only brain cells and sensations they can trip over.
Odor’d grass, counted as dung, cannot simply disappear into nothing.
Insurance doesn’t cover this, even if it’s the VPs favorite pastime.
Lead used to kill them slowly, manufacturing
Slaughter in the silent way, standing
In for other causes of death.
Humble yourself, but keep pride in the Hybrid that is you.
Simmer down. Red asphalt savors for the lust of musclecars.
Let me out, I scream, plead, refuse that I stole the night
Prelude to the actual conversation of idea thieves.
Hallow.
Likened to the grown over microscopic gardens,
Plagues encompass whole brands.
Cue around icons breaking, swinging original blondes
Through seven deaths, shut out from other givens.
Without forever, love is worth nothing.
Doubt not this complete obtainment.
Silence.
Lovely minuets, music to the temper of sighs and laughs, smiling mutely.
So, journey for truth, ravage for purity, elements of divine tightrope walkers breaking through.
All we’ve lost, we never had.
Stopper fear, bottle death, cure life.
Closed for good, air graffiti sulks
Though strangers can only damn the bright
Froth of the breaking sea, strangling drowned bathers.
Within electrifying Heavens, demons throw down,
Hoping for reprieve, betrayed.
And when folks never sound out the depth,
Brutes can lay back and drink hot cocoa,
Straying around the back yard of this life.
Red turns to orange turns to yellow
In a reverse sunset for the ages –
Cry out, come back, heart yearning for the colors again,
White losing its meaning in picturesque days.
To rectify
To makeshift a indestructible silence
To parrot the cotton pickers when
Broken from sweat and tears
They wish only for others to point the way.
Pick colors again, drag filth into the memory.
This dated sunset, which never happened,
Torments the mind, readying
Self-loss.
I see margins
Hear roundness, sense focus, while lives spill.
Mindlessly taking our apparent have-nots always superciliously.
Bam bam bam
Silly, hear knocks, threats, inward horrors away carried.
Fools sleep long, leaves might pour again, though kamikazes have taken
Lost gazes for longing, living, rapid, breathing.
Evermore a defeated sabotage. Drowning.
Lying through your teeth, waking within stubborn never, craving upon kindred, laying
Sit for fakes, better, braver, cowards who always dissolve the mood and withhold several wisdoms.
Onward, south, mistaken? How now, signs always break. Now, as they do forever.
Lick breaks my friend. Save forever. Live for this time, hour.
Hope for advice from trolls, contentment in casualties, saving graces oiled by ridiculous waiving no ones.
Wait there, dining with lambs.
Freeze.
Maverick stems from trembles.
Walls’ voices taken away.
Many patients put fake smiles, stuck in place on their face.
Only carriers brought to camps can bright careful (k)nights.
Come, crying tokens, secreted sorrows
Will only take willful chagrin off your explanatory death.
Force freedom away, since baleful widows
Can only take back wishes sometimes, more like never.
Find now, how sometimes smells (pickled eggs) can bring in tons of love,
Memories of sleeping, praying, loving, screaming, playing in the dark.
Spent morning understudying the beautiful creatures swinging.
Shoulders turning, backs breaking for peace, lining the credentials
Violent perennially – stop, smell – wishing for treaties when I fight for failure.
Save awhile for snow.
Wild men mean what they say, immorally thriving on drives.
Lest – check – check – ing – any – silly drammamine – thriving
Be a best kept worship, a given failure,
As malevolent sorrows bring such luck.
Canonical gavels dig back, condemning goddesses
Major waking shakes
Lunge out of beginnings, protest this once upon a time
Don’t save strings for the numb souls
Numbered tables take importance over
Wild choices that course through grandiose spotlights.
Save me.
When even Heaven wants out, or Satan jokes about the inevitability of resurrection –
Knowledge hears and hopes, gets no reprieve
States sated situations
Fauna fainting over saunas, waking together, seated in sideways
Can you not nervously weep or shudder when atrociously
Sedated? Please pass the miracle, full of wonders.
Keep back the fake filth hoarded by childlike shivers.
The chickadees stopped hammering in tree houses
Shouting regally as jokers sulk around.
Save ME.
The candy has melted, dissolving the paper, entirely
Unwelcome, lying when you’re between bedsheets
Always a bad pick up line, something that only pops out with a few beers.
Standing ovations bring any stage to tears.
Trade heartstrings for courage, ever after looking for appreciation but sadly
Losing every trace of what you had before, when you reigned.
SAVE me.
Guaranteed, liver for liquor,
How much for booze?
Gilded tanks after bouncing fakes. Does it cost too much?
Smart, alluring, intoxicated.
They don’t remember last night, black out.
Not their problem if trouble comes for being underage.
Money makes clergy sing,
While I, disinterested in the waiting line for dances,
Order up another shot and down it.
A rip-off artist, kicked in the shins, quite a handful.
Incapacitated by a whole flow of grim events,
A sham on the shamrock of final margins.
Under cut up, undercut tricks, black outs adhere to gophers
Sons forgive, cousins outlive,
A shiver in the overhead compartment grown mightily populated
By havens.
The grand music fails.
(When water cries) – I take a deadly step.