40 jaar n.P. Pé Hawinkels 1942-1977, Nijmeegs schrijver, dichter, vertaler

[p. 89]

Lisa Iridescent Teeth

When the wind is crawling
on my basement floor
and the rats are gnawing
at my chamber door,
when I smell the stench
of my sweatstained sheet
and I watch the French
girl licking my feet,

I long for my long gone golden days,
the sight of you without this haze
and this pain that drains down my face
like rain, this motherfucking pain.

O Lisa iridescent teeth.

When the snow is wetting
my old wooden chair
and the craps are petting
in my pubic hair,
when all my old solicitors
want needles for a pay
and all my brandnew visitors
have spoons to give away,

(refrein)

Damn this cruel december
with days shifting into nights,
I wish I could remember
how you drifted from my sight.
These solitary pleasures
make a strainer of my arms,
you took my precious treasures
away with all your charms.

(refrein)