Euphoria
Narrated by Tony Dawson
Spain
Euphoria (English)
As I approach the state of pure euphoria
I find I need a larger size typewriter case
to carry my underwear in
and scars on my conscience
are wounds imbedded in
the gum eraser of my skin
which still erases itself
As I approach the state of pure euphoria
moon hides hot face in cool rice rain
of Chinese painting
and I cannot sleep because of the thunder
under the summer afternoon
in which a girl puts on a record of
crazy attempts to play a saxophone
punctuated by terrible forced laughter
in another room
As I approach the state of pure euphoria
they are building all the cities now
on only one side of the street
and my shoes walk up sides of buildings
leaving tracks of windows
with their soles of panes about to crack
and shoe-tongues of roll-up shades alack
I see my roll-up tongue upon a string
and see my face upon the stick of it
as on a pendulum about to swing
a playing-card image with bound feet
an upside-down hanged Villon
And Mama recedes in a hand-held photo
and Dad is named Ludwig
in a lost real-estate project ended in water
Saratoga Avenue Yonkers
where I now hang and swing
on a last tree that stands drinking
and where I’d still sing partsongs
in a field of rapture
but an angel has me by the balls
and my castrato voice comes out too small
with a girl that puts a laughing record on
in another room
As I approach the state of pure euphoria
my eyes are gringo spies and I
may anytime be changed to birds
by a Tungus explosion that controls time
but I am no apocalyptic kid
and cannot sleep because of the thunder
under the summer afternoon
and my dumb bird’s eye starts
out of my head
and flies around the world
in which a girl puts on
her record made of flesh
And I am animals without clothes
looking for a naked unity
but I’m divided up into countries
and I’m in Tibet on potato legs
and am a strange kind of clown
with befloured face and hair plastered down
and cannot sleep because of the thunder
under the needle my flesh turns under
She has turned it on
She has turned it over
She has turned me on
to play my other side
Her breasts bloom
figs burst
sun is white
I’ll never come back
I wear Egyptian clothing