Awakening, de Rodney Graham

O café e o creme brulée

Hoje jantei um expresso e um creme brulée.
Na verdade pulei o jantar e fui direto pra sobremesa.
Chamei o café de José
e o creme brulée de Mariana porque ela é Le Brun de Vielmond.
E jantamos os três -
juntos para matar a saudade.

An obnoxious little poem

I am careless with a pencil
'cause I know I can erase it
I am careless with your feelings
'cause I know I can forget you

Lou Reed goes du du du du durudu and I smile. She tells me I'm so predictable and I tell her I know.
He told me I was his walk on the wild side or something about a train and blue windows and streets that wind and fall into each other. He told me some other things too, but the thing is, I say, but not to him, I never told him anything and now I wish I had, I don't want to be a walk on the wild side or something to nibble on.
Have me, I say, but not to him because I never told him anything and now I don't want to anymore, have all of me and make me home.
And Lou Reed goes hey, babe... and I smile.