from
Natalie Beridze,
track released October 3, 2019
for the path of comets
is the path of poets:
they pick without cultivating,
burn without warming,
They are: an explosion,
a breaking in
Into sunrise-
-A ribbon at a time
Then-
Perhaps to avoid great sadness,
A child cries: 'Sleep’! -
above the shore less city,
And the fog rolls in, in cotton pads
There I’m running errands
Riding In stinking cabs,
with closed windows
Cause rain’s pouring...
Cab’s Lo-fi speakers burst:
“You’re such a fucking ho”...(K.West)
neither in, nor for!
My lids flutter open,
slightly like a wing,
Flying over
impersonal vastness,
dreams perpetuated
in parti-colored loves
and beautiful lies -
all in different languages.
neither in nor for!
again,
cabs lofi speaker bursts:
“You’re such a fucking ho”
Oh, Where art thou -
- Cosmos?!
You dwell in endless possibility,
In traffic,
In crimson twilight,
And circles without end...
I open cab window -
To kiss the night air.
I'm “such a f-n ho”
My eyes roll asleep,
as if turned by the breeze
and the lids flutter open,
slightly like a wing.
Flying in a stinky cab,
Sculpting space and speed
with my hand...
The ride ends
And the cab sails
Further -
into disappearing singularity;
Into the path of comets...