Roland Michel Tremblay
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Stop Puking All Over MeFine by me going out with you Fine by me drinking half the bar with you Fine by me making dangerous love with various objects tearing my insides Fine by me exchanging our sighs and saliva till we choke on our own CO2 No problem piercing genital organs with rings Bring me your instruments of torture, your whips, your leather gear, your wedding dresses Hard drugs too, you know I love you, I’d do anything for you, even die of an overdose If you rape me like an animal I don’t mind Introduce me to Satanism, the Black Mass with animal sacrifice, that’s still fine Throw me out on the street for three days, then take me back, that’s OK I’m happy to go to those places where they swap partners And watch illegal porno films where people do unbelievable, unimaginable things The hell you offer me I accept as paradise If you want me to piss in your mouth or shit on your face, I’m still up for it But please, please, please, stop puking all over me God Loves MeQuickly, quickly, I went down the stairs of a dark sleazy club in New York Someone injected me with something which brought me straight back to the surface Even higher than the surface, I travelled through space Angels surrounded me, like countless embodiments of the Virgin Mary How wonderful I felt! Absolute fulfilment which only the truly spiritual can reach I found myself face to face with God God said to me: I love you! It hit me like a huge gust of fresh air, I stayed stunned by it Back on earth I took a plane to see my friends and tell them the good news: God loves me! They called the police and I found myself in a psychiatric hospital where I stayed for several days I went through a cure of total detox (although they prescribed other drugs for me) Now I see clearly: God doesn’t love me! My Life Is Ruled By Sex…and the same thing the next day Whether it’s the tube to Piccadilly Circus or the subway to Washington Square I’ve only got one destination: Soho I go to the village, go into a pub or a club Parade my spare-time English, my sad little eyes, my innocent face, looking all round me at once! And it’s going on in every direction, all sides, I must learn to control myself Then suddenly someone looks at me, this is the green light In less than a second there I am there So you live with your parents? You’re a Catholic? No, no, what am I saying…: You want to come to my place? And there we make love like a storm unleashed from the sky We kiss each other all over, lick, devour, masturbate, cry out and come Afterwards we lie back, neither of us asks any questions, we part And the same thing the next day…
He’s got new shoes, poor little thing He lives with his parents, poor little thing He goes to the University of Toronto, poor little thing He’s got a career in front of him, poor little thing He’s got a good job now, poor little thing He’s saving thousands of dollars, poor little thing Soon he’ll buy a house, poor little thing He’s got a beautiful blonde on his arm, poor little thing He’ll have children, poor little thing He’ll have a condo in Florida, poor little thing He’ll have a whole apartment block in the centre of Toronto, poor little thing He’ll be rich, his fortune amassing over the years, poor little thing But he’ll be unhappy, poor little thing None of his dreams coming true, poor little thing At fifty he’ll go through his menopause, poor little thing He won’t understand, he’ll have regrets, be remorseful, poor little thing His uneventful past will resurface, he’ll find plenty to be sorry about, poor little thing He’ll need help and drugs, poor little thing Then cancer will carry him off, poor little thing Poor little thing
This morning, in the next hour, this is what I should do: My tax returns A CV and some job applications Answer letters, pay bills Deal with demands from my bank about my overdraft Find some money and something to eat Find somewhere to live, I’m being evicted in two days Find the love of my life, I’m in despair My head’s about to explode In fact, what I have to do this morning is this: Sell some of my non-essential belongings Buy an airline ticket for who cares where Take a look at what’s left then: nothing Start all over again My head’s about to explode! In fact what I really have to do this morning is much simpler: Go to sleep and never wake up again I Pissed on the SorbonneThe bells of the Sorbonne are ringing It’s the day I wrecked my whole course The day I abandoned it all And then got completely rat-arsed On wine like a real old wino I burnt all my papers Junked all my notes I ran through the streets Saint-Germain, Saint-Michel To the Place de la Sorbonne, came to a halt I unzipped, I pissed Yes, I pissed on the Sorbonne, but that’s nothing, I should have shat on it
We sit on a balcony overlooking Central Park He falls asleep with his head on my stomach, listening to it rumble Oh my dear sugar daddy, where would I be without you? In the street, where I spend all my time You feed me, listen to me, appreciate me You see in me what no one else can see In your eyes I’m master of everything The world belongs to me, I just have to reach out my hand According to you I’m intelligent, handsome, a part of this world He watches me as best he can, gets me to sign bills for him I drive him wherever he wants in his Mercedes, go with him to concerts, the theatre, five-star restaurants He feels he can never do enough for me, is afraid I’ll disappear without warning He swears absolute fidelity, keeps me company every minute of my life He gives me affection, shares his cat’s affection with me too He takes me to his holiday home in Connecticut, his condo in Fort Lauderdale Opens his bar to me, goes with me through the wonderful throes of alcohol He takes me by the arm, I support him as he walks He really loves me and I love him in return He talks about his will, but I don’t want to hear about it Head waiters smile at our entrance, but I ignore them I’m travelling first class now, when I used to hang around street corners Our friends are all worthwhile people, cultured and civilised I help him to dress, he helps me to undress He likes to see me asleep and naked in his bed, he watches over me He washes me, nothing in the world gives him more pleasure, he thinks I have «a magnificent dick» He knows how to thank me in his own way, opens the doors of the world to me He’s the only person who thinks I’m someone I love falling asleep in his arms He’s my only father Download 1.11 Mb. Share with your friends:
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