Mountain Face
written in the Wild Parlour and performed live for the group. Video of the performance is at the Wild Parlour website.
Mountain Face
Face lie
Don’t trust ‘em
I fall in
I make guard rails
I wear rope
I walk slowly
But face lie
The shape of your enormous nose made me love you
What kind of fucking logic is that
Even
The thinness of your small teeth always bothered me
You’d bare them when you laughed derisively
Like life is a game to be won through superior intelligence
And you belonged to that club
Were, in fact, the bouncer
Not the owner
But i guess that made you feel special, guarding the door
Regardless of the prominence of your commanding nose
I guess I like the whimsy
Of a strange honker
From the double hearted cartilage of Owen Wilson’s intricately fucked up ornament
To Adam Driver’s mountain spine, widening into its trusty pyramidic base - if he drew breath into those enormous lungs with his mouth closed, slowly, and fully, I would wait
(breathes with him)
Adrien Brody has the plumage of an emperor penguin plunging head first into the water
What’s noble about a nose
It doesn’t come with a warning label - interesting nose, depression ahead.
I think you face lie, baby
It lie
It lieee and lie to me
It say smart, and deep and sure and criticality and mathematical precision and
It lie
That nose
That’s false advertising right there
It said take me seriously
So i did
And then you broke my heart a million times
With your fucking face
And even walking away from you - HAVING walked away from you
And then even from ME, to a certain degree
It stays with me
That lying face. You only ever told the truth, to be clear. But your face. All those promises.
It lie
The orange flecks in your grass-green eyes, the crystal shards of your hexagonal pupils
Fractured from the desperate attempts
Your nose is so big its like its an escape tunnel you think no one knows about it
Like you’ve tried to climb out of yourself a hundred times
Leaving only this nose
And disappointment
When I accidentally see your face
It makes me miss the ground
And time does fucked up and cruel things and slaps me and makes me wonder for just a moment
Until i complete the thought and thank my lucky stars
That I finally said No More
But here I am. I can’t remember my own face, I don’t wish yours would walk through the door, and I was going to write about the beautiful, blank face of the mountains we climbed together, about the North face of the Eiger, and the white spider and the train tunnel door and the face of the rock and all the danger we faced, and facing oncoming traffic and facing the music and the consequences and how much we faced together and how everything we faced bowed before us except the one time I had to uncover your face from snow because it had avalanched and your face was not on the surface as it should be
This way up
Right way up
ABC, airway, breathing circulation
Blue lips face
Face pink face
Sweep the mouth pinch the nose
And the breath
And the digging and the light coming into your face
And the gift of you back
And how sour you were that you tweaked your knee in that slide
And I thought… but your face. We almost left your face
In the snow
Back there. But instead, we have it, you are talking out of it
Don’t you see
But you didn’t
And that’s not enough for me