NIGHT IN NIJINSKY (Version 1)

ballon and faune yes the yoke of the erg the birth, and now there is the annular ligament attachment the firmament under the pivot the geometric perfection the contrapose the crystallized spectre of the rose they are eating a suckling for mother a 'little jap' for the boys a young, feral ferrule for an old man an aging ghost for this woman kitajec

withdrawn and gone down iris into orbit the trip, and across the equator crossing over to the other side in aloneness remembering the cross and God with a crucified mind to align, assemblé the heaven chaine or marionette strings for the Clown of God kitajec

NIGHT IN NIJINSKY (Version 2)

a black cloud like wire hung down the soft of the arms the broken nerves of a tired will hands lateral to the pivot of the hips men have touched before hear the voices outside the dressing room door dressed to kill fathers of my Femmka

and all the soldiers squeezed their faces screaming eye for an eye dressed to die singing on the shiny train war wore on pressure packed on the brain

the hips without a scratch danced with the pain of a thousand mental wounds until the last time in the silk cathedral by the sweating piano and chair in which the muscles sat looked at the people their faces flat brothers of my Femmka

and circles are the eyes the pressure ate through blacken the eyelids with the smoke of a world war there the pederast whore sin abomination bending the pinewood the stages creak the curtains drawn nothing more

but a page at home littered with circles there was no end no start just the truth of a set of endless points for the sons of art and nobody knew perhaps Tolstoi and the crazy dancing boy Kitajec

"NIGHT IN NIJINSKY" (Versions 1 & 2)
(c)1995 Bryan Douglas Wilhite