Poems, prose-poems, barely-narrative fiction, and Warholian graphics by one lonely procrastinator
 
rockabye
Rock a bye baby in the treetop
With the sky for a mobile and leaves for a mother
With quiet night noises for sisters and brothers
Rock a bye baby but don't close your eyes
A star might be falling right out of the sky
A rare and bright comet might be passing by.
Rockabye.

Rockabye baby don't make a sound
There's pain all around you, let it tumble down
Their boughs are all breaking but yours holds firm and fast
Breezes will wake you when all of it's past.

Rockabye baby I can't rock you to sleep
My hands are too rough for your innocent face
My jagged old claws look so out of place.
Rockabye baby I can't sing you a song
My voice is all hoarse from screaming so long
My mouth is too twisted. The notes come out wrong.

Rockabye baby your eyes finally droop
Your cry fades to murmurs in the arms of the night
Your fever has broken by morning's first light
Rockabye baby don't try to hide
Don't try to stand when you're too weak to cry
Just let these branches hold you in their sough and sigh
Rockabye.


feb. 2006, giessen