Dulce Y Amarga

Dulce y amarga

Bittersweet

Will it keep,

If we put it in the refrigerator?

See you later

Alligator

Asta wayga

As they try again and again

Counting up to number ten.

Basic things and basic needs,

Hand to earth

Hand to tree.

Watching her home

Burn from afar

As she strums on her guitar

Seeing red floods

And orange seas

That she thought could only exist

In dreams

Or the apocalypse.

Violence she never thought

She’d be capable of dreaming into.

Hands stained in the blood of

Old Reino Unido that she

Cannot wash away.

And he lifting himself

Out from all he knows

From the office spreadsheets -

Government-officiated sleeps.

Regulated by the time-bomb

Insulated instigator

See you later!

De Nuevo de Nuevo

Asta wayga!

Every single thing must

Be punc-tuat-ed

Señor, Mr Alligator,

Potato potata

Slipping like urchins

Into the gaps of language

Tongues

Holding up

Laughing

As the ground slides

And slips and

Again and again

To the earth

De Nuevo de Nuevo

Don’t entiendes me

Me ‘as o-ee-do

Haf thee?

Already. Ya.

Hey hey –

Chicos! Iyos!

Qwidate

Watch your step.

Everything you made for you

Has slipped through –

will you catch it?

And lie on your back and see and laugh

To the end of the earth

& the end of the stars

Por Fin.