Monday, 16 December 2013
5. And Then?
This is what you do – isn’t it?
Don’t you pick it up & carry on?
Where else would you take it to but here?
And what do you expect from this then?
Why isn’t this shut down as pleasure?
Isn’t this wavelike repetition much too formal?
And why the fuck the fighting stallions then?
Aren’t you here dark & lost again?
Why doesn’t the outsideness press in more?
How come this heap of stones is the world?
And is just whatever comes good enough then?
Is that the wound you’re talking about?
Are all these ridiculous people really lovable?
Didn’t they turn some world into this heap of stones?
Why the fuck do you carry on accepting this?And isn’t that wound what you are then?