people always try way too hard
I seek what can't be found answers to the deepest questions or to lay on your lap in a park full of trees until I fall asleep I seek what can be found
outside walking around looking at houses out of your mind outlier among other outcasts out of the world leaving out words leaving the world out of words out
strings pulling plays of affection and guilt lullabies of strength pleas guiding actions going astray
sometimes it's nice to have a lot to be a lot but in the end it doesn't matter
dogs playing children laughing sexy girls there I am seeking loneliness seeking friends maybe I'll buy some flowers for my girl
here I am being fed obsolescence the occasional glitch reminds me of all the lost humanity
I may be early late on time with a lot of words with just a few words but here I am
why don't we hide behind a curtain of rain sometimes I feel insane looking up words to rhyme instead I should just write whats on my mind for then you'll see me in pain (done in collaboration with @writing1thing)
will I send you that picture of the dish I made wishing it was for two or will I let you have your own moments waiting patiently for my turn
have been thinking hard on how to please you on how to please myself but in the end you'll be the same old you I'll be the same old me drinking my G&T while you're there falling asleep
here you are searching for meaningful answers but it's been a dull day so here's a dull line just for you
as lights go by driving in the night we wonder where to ?
days go by so fast I don't even seem to notice I really should have better stared at those green trees
disconnected may I find a new reality one that's just for us
so many stuff to do things to say place to see things to try it's all a fall of things to do stuff to say things to see place to try
we keep on trying through the years polling our big old collective consciousness for a glimpse of revolution for yet the same old failing archetypes sitting on a bench smoking cigarettes watching two friends talking for a glimpse of revolution
it's a race we'll all end at the same place in a box of wood with a lot of nails
conflicting views are all the same being said at peace thrown at you with ease or expressed with an anger not of this world eager to conquer unleashed with a storm conflicting views are all the same
I see an abandoned wagon soon there I am cursing words and spitting sand pioneering
I want to win all the money in the world and beat you all there's no better way I can think of
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so this is how I end eating canned tuna without beer in the fridge
is this a poem?
just remember to buy a fancy bottle of wine sometimes
bought a fancy shirt for my girlfriend recital but somehow forgot the bag somewhere but didn't notice until a week later the recital went well her with her hoping voice me with my worn out t-shirt and it was glorious
this you're living now will be just a memory in a few years
may I just pack my bag and leave to uncharted territories please but everything is charted nowadays and I can't really leave my ____ so I'll watch a movie about bikers being free dreaming
and die together in a crimson blinding flame
I want to see your strongest blow fuck the hottest woman in the world a thousand men symphony fortissimo rip your skin apart leave your thoughts behind and enjoy
of all ambitions I have the most ambitious I just want to lay in bed all day to see how light hits things and be surprised it changes over time
what if one day I can't keep up with me anymore will you still be a friend
I really want to get to you I want you to get to me but no matter how hard we try there always seem to be a thick glass
this is not a poem
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what if you're there and I'm here and we both think about that muddy lake and those cheese crusts we barely considered before throwing them away
and this will be your legacy a common death and some wikipedia pages if you're lucky
how many full moons I've watched and how many more will watch me after I'm gone
notify me that a girl I knew just joined this very app how about I write her how about we become good friends but we didn't manage to when we saw each day memory fades
you know that feeling like you're the best one in the world and at the same time you're just a drunken guy worse than everyone
fight is necessary so don't fight it
we're so much used to air conditioning we can't take a little heat anymore
what if it was a memory all along
on this sticky table with this beer can I get through to you just by looking in your eyes stranger
you end and I start
even if you miss a few beats just go on and maybe one day you'll cerish this time off that time people carved to tell you keep going
now that the house is empty I hear your screams even more and your laughs fill this empty home
like I said last time let's try for the last time so I can realize it's not possible like I said last time
sometimes I'm just bored I'm just boring sometimes
sometimes it would be nice to say what's really on my mind to be that crazy man with a beard smelling and yelling at thoughtless people passing by
getting drunk forgetful brief moments of laughs baths until morning
sometimes you just have nothing to say
today I remembered something I told myself long ago but somehow forgot breathe
eyes half-closed back hurting dreaming of a one-week-beach
if you're having fun if you think this thing is kinda cool you've already made it
and still I want to b e there
sit down have some tea let that breath you hold for sixty days go
what if I told you I was falling asleep and I was happy to do it
a song sang to barely dark clouds you think you have a hold on me because of cars and houses but you don't know I'm ready to have nothing
buy buy buy buy buy buy buy
I just want to go home but where's home? in this cheap far away hotel?
zap zap advertisement and more ads please feed me please give me stuff to buy stuff to prey stuff me with good vibes
why can't I freeze in time that expensive steak that wine and your smile why
everything's so difficult can't we just be
walking by that river sharing a cigar laughing
a half written song on a wall what stopped you lover? now there are tables I stare at you eating my spicy chinese food
things just end deal with it think about them ending without them even starting think about them starting and ask would I be glad of that start ? if so, I'd like that end very much
divisions and fears broken pinwheels with a blowing wind
sometimes I just want to be alone but people seem to stick no matter what I can't really get the rules of this game
sometimes I try to think without using any word
I'm not serious so I've stopped pretending
it's been said a lot of times but still those moments with you it's what I care about it's been said many times then why don't you act like it?
I've got my few likes on Twitter and it's fine enough
overwhelming feelings fears fires over us
just a light from a screen coming in to save me to haunt me a friend saying hi just the latest discount from that forgotten website but who dares unsubscribe
sometimes all you can do is lay down and fall asleep
fake news fake light fake air fake minds what's art good for when you've got the real thing I wonder what will happen after our post consumerism will we make it or will we break it will it break us
algorithms serving our beauty needs everything is automatic we're saved
I've always known someone with a better laptop a better house or better parents how do they do that
a colossal machine collapsing on its side steam coming out of its jaws ejaculating
life is sexual tension nothing more nothing less
old objects moments of an unknown youth joyful screams or scared laughs echoing in my memory
sometimes you just want to throw everything away rent a van and never come back do the same things you already do but away without telling anyone and laugh at those papers talking about it or maybe nobody will and everyone will just be fine with it
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I'm gonna miss my birthday I'm gonna miss my wedding I'm gonna miss this big investment opportunity I'm gonna miss them on purpose just watching things pass under my eyes saying cheers
what can I say not already said? does it matter?
hot summer days lack of anchovies mediocre wine closed brown shutters letting just some air in bored hyped tired listening to those tounges of flaming wind and under you a vast calm sea passes by
what if what if
blank faces days hours minds just blank
this is not some inspiring quote just some words here and there written instead of living
fucking in the summer heat with the window closed not knowing if cumming or fainting that's the poem
stuck with her parents acting all nice when all I want to do is fuck her mother and sister together some would say I'm a pig or worse I'm just honest to my monkey nature not that I dare do anything anyway
on and on crunching kilometres and the full moon watches waiting for a deadly steel trap
when night changes places with day and you don't know what night it is anymore
know your demons cause they will haunt you so it's better to be friends
sometimes you miss opportunities sometimes you can create them but will you regret regretting them or will you regret letting them change your life even if it is something stupid like an ice cream you could have eaten
all those pretentious words all those conquers of the mind what have they brought you can I really claim I'm better than a hundred days ago can I really claim I will get better at all can I really even say there is a better
struggling to find something new struggling to cherish old moments I'm very happy about my first white air It took 25 years to make
just me and a couple of friends not caring about the world only interested in drinking our drinks teasing each other with a few laughs
all goes black and it's like being born again
flashes of new media ads welcome us into the morning like a ray of sun but much more persistent much more stabbing our eyes while we enjoy our coffee with money to spend here and there all our problems vanish all our world flashes out in a sea of smiling ads
hopes of forgotten violence brought to us by amoral shapes
which places will our pride take us to which wrong and terrible things will it uncover so ugly that they hardly can be called places anymore
blank space blank mind happy?
what if one day your digital and analog self converge will they talk will they laugh will they share something at all
we are the mask of countless streams of blood so let's stop playing good and evil right and wrong let's everybody wait hidden in our holes for they will come and get us
there was a party down the road I looked at them they looked at me and took another one
mouth dry brain dry let's have a drink remembering that day when almost by accident we fucked
yes you work is really stunning especially that part when I got a bit aroused because I fit perfectly your target I like nipples, ass, and all the rest what do you say? there's a deeper meaning? sorry I was a bit distracted He was pleased though
it's ok to fail one time sometimes all the time get up and keep failing my friend
they sell us a lot of stuff we will soon be sold enough
I sometimes like to remember that everything will turn into one big darkness that I'll die in the blink of an eye so let's play and see what happens
and I know that if I die everyone wouldn't probably care I know I won't leave a big mark in this world and yet I feel like trying
we had a few nice moments all the rest can be easily forgotten I won't trade our stupid talks for a billion revelations
I made nothing of this day month year life and I really hope more nothingness is ahead
sometimes you have shitty day after shitty day when suddenly a dusty afternoon is canceled by a perfectly fresh glass of water
just like that it's bedtime just like that you're buried or burned just like that sun explodes, or whatever so can you stop worrying, please?
I dread the day I'll remember good old days instead of making new ones
are you really trying to sell me that Joseph didn't even once go to the bathroom and masturbate a bit spying Mary while lactating?
sometimes the only place where you can get some quiet time is the toilet
some moments just need to go away I like to think about how far it seems that summer day playing cards and eating ice cream all day
and sometimes you wonder if they're doing everything right and you're doing everything wrong but it really can't be it can be at most we all are wrong about everything
some days just go by not good not bad they just go carrying nothing
I've slept with a fly she made a nice warm buzzing sound it was almost like it cared about me
when all the new shiny toys will lay forgotten like your old childhood ones when all your hope faith positive vibes are gone remember you didn't need them in the first place and we'll all cheer at each other at that dusty bar counter sneering at young men
I don't trust places too tidy shiny surfaces showing my reflection I don't want to see myself and I like fingerprints of grease
the deed is done what's left is just boredom and anger at defeat we try to mask as justice right and wrong but there's only winners and losers and only losers very often
we're still out in the wild against huge beasts in a sea of darkness helping one another in this endless fight hoping for a spark of fire
some days there's just no poetry maybe some in that train running fast through the smoke but even then maybe I was just tired and mistaken
listening to Gould play Bach while pissing is perfection
to just lay there listening to sounds watching colors and shapes apparently is too much to aks everything is difficult everything is hard
that neverending clog in the shower drain a little mold on the ceiling home
nothing seems to matter let's try tomorrow after a night of sleep some people even wait an entire life
looking at my grey ceiling at my dust covered ceiling fan I envy that myself that looked at crystal waters and sweated under the sun some time ago in France there was a bum living at the beach sun burnt skin, black sunglasses
I kind of dream of simpler times where you could listen to the radio with all your family gathered round with all you village gathered round fighting just the winter and some disease something went wrong along the way or maybe everything sucked anytime
today at the park some guys began playing cricket so I watched them they made pretty good hits at least they seemed so to me they weren't really excited but I don't really know the rules but I'm used to it
an old broken bench an old broken lady a couple actually some guy with a phone a cigar and that young lady in an orange jacket who will never sit here
having someone is an hell of fulfilled desires
I was walking under a wild october rain when a bum with missing teeth asks me for a cigarette I gave him two thought it was better that way even though they soaked right away
there's really nothing to say and we work paint write because we can't accept that probably
some days just go and you didn't even notice them you
violence in the air in trees opinions tender kisses and in that most welcoming good morning you said to me the other day
sirens blaring howling in the night you're snoring and I'm ok
strange symbols before my eyes what do I mean? lost bytes glitching through eternity leaving echos of magnetic dust on some rewritten backup saying hi
spoiler alert you'll be dead
new old friends still able to laugh a bitter laugh
advertisement culture everything is good everyone is fine pizza hamburger sushi roll we like different cultures we like everything and we like all everyone is positive everything is good we are everything and we are all
love that could have been a glimpse of possibility in this cocktail I offered you today do you remember that day we ate that crocodile shaped ice cream and like that we say goodbye
constantly shifting between fast and slow swallowing a fine steak complaining about some dressing tasting 1€ hamburgers like I'll die tomorrow still here btw
a moment arrives at night when everything is silent are you?
asphalting machines moaning black substances dripping pressing us making us flat and then with just a puff we inflate again ready to be raped
no degree no nobel prize no leader yet this zit means the world to me
sleep please numb me
an heavy bag of text upon Atlantis shoulders is it worth less if it's not shared? is it worth something if it rots with an unread badge?
so John what did the dust answer? meanwhile I'm here with my expensive beer with my expensive book with an expensive thermos I didn't really need and I'll never know
I thrive in dim lights deserted places roaming souls
are you ready for another round of moments lost?
endlessly wondering how I can get closer pushes me away from closing in but I know no other way
embrace war embrace violent clashes of ideas they will kill murder mutilate to get in
pigeons fly away in a glorious flap while I sit on my favorite bench park someone wrote free jazz maybe a friend
forbidden fruits I want to get them so bad yet still they stay far away
information overdose bursting through my cables streaming through my veins
I am nothing but a random reference in someone else's family pictures
some days extend beyond length for two days a week a lifetime
conscience gods absolute truths in relative worlds nothing but words floating around preying upon each other
would you ever name a fly?
walking down that street once again empty houses once again on the verge of something great once again throwing some written words away
they're hunting us we're hunting our selves we are not hunters nor prey just this continuous inescapable hunt
blank pages hundreds of them as if I could write something new as if I could write something old what will I write ten years from now on my new notebook last page will I fill another one or will it lay forgotten half empty half full better die today with blank pages
what can I say to this crowded streets with buildings screaming to be left alone each stone speaks to me guiding me to empty alleys
I fear moments of glory resting peacefully on a grove of blood not even able to see battles anymore
bells ringing on a park bench trees crying like the moment would reveal something I waited and waited but it didn't
gin burns words float around the room around the mind trapped in my stinky room outside everything is dark
so what did I do today wrote a poem before this one right where this lines are now it sucked big time so I can say today I erased a poem I even masturbated a bit does that count?
some men with a big tractor were drilling a hole at the park purpose unknown do they care do I I bet someone does up in the chain of important men meanwhile dogs roamed a bit bored sometimes playing among themselves
I could dream of a house a car a child or getting drunk together that I can do easily
we can't really talk to each other maybe read some poetry that's it
inaccessible fancy places where secret people live a secret life where you don't have to binge watch tv shows to avoid your problems meanwhile a hobo smashes bottles to the ground I kind of fear him I kind of fear them
we like nice things don't we I bet if we liked ugly ones I would be beautiful
room stinking always sitting in the same old chair eating cheap sushi drinking cheap beer eating cheap chips that's life
blank tweet I look at it it looks at me busy day, ah?
I like to walk through empty streets met a stranger with a dog an old man with a cap he told me no one was in sight
will my name appear on the top shelf at the library among the great ones or will it lay forgotten at the bottom of some broken server backup anyway I will have shot my best shot meanwhile today dogs were on strike at the dog park
waiting in fancy rooms or dusty places we are made of it
I meant to say I like your poem but things got in the way and I remained silent
old objects old relations somehow tied together you wish you could sell them you wish they were golden
the boys are back in town bald patches backs hurting that same young fiery look
freely running through the woods hitting branches getting scratches fearing every single step for a hole or for a fall rushing to get nowhere still your cheeks are blushing
I'll drop everything and become a monk if only there was an order that drinks smokes has sex
what if we poets never had words look at me you dirty ape I can do it what do you know
I feed the algorithm the algorithm feeds me self cock sucking mother
musicians playing softly angry notes on a pile of rotten bodies sinking slowly note by note note by note
let us go then armed with our metal water bottles dying to change the world for the better for the worse
it's been a while since I sat on this bench winter came a freezing wind leaves have fallen no dog pisses everything changed or maybe I did there's still an old man fighting the cold walking his dog
can I scroll once more through memorised feeds may I never face tomorrow carving dreams because I'm free hating them a second later eyes wide open up again
thoughts flying around a rain of unstoppable bullets please leave me alone
do dogs really have an owner who is doing all the work water in a puddle rock steady inside a stream filthy dogs splashing in the puddle
mind frozen perpetually echoing illusions a crack breaks silence
intertwined bodies waiting for the clock
struggling between an old film camera travelling the world and a sea of bytes which make me comfortable which make me numb
don't know what to say or do guess I'll just lay for a couple of hours how's that society?
I see you unravel your headphones cable I see you
there's clowns everywhere and they're not funny not funny at all and we will take the hammer on our heads
old places that used to drive my life now a green curtain twirls in the light breeze
have a drink have a few laughs pretend we care but are gone the days of endless bicycle rides and refused loves
smoke stolen from sacred tents corpses stolen from hunting fields no more revelations I guess
a well dressed man was near the train tracks he kept on murmuring did others see him maybe a guy who told him to be careful so near the upcoming train he looked me in the eyes just for a moment stone cold eyes I had this feeling he was death
always behind by design
you try to resurface from deep underwater they keep pushing you down they keep pushing you down no way to swim no way to drown
walls of bones shredded and pressed under our feet under our minds
the choice is between not giving a damn or going mad most people go mad can I keep the heating this low just a little bit more?
I see my reflection in a pool what's that drool that white hair and is that... a third leg? I shake away and take a breath
I sit there eating cheese and stale bread staring at my keyboard waiting for epiphanies that never come there it is
another day another time another dream I'm eager to return to I know I should make reality my dream and kick my dream and punch my dream until it spits blood and begs me to leave it alone I know I should
worker bees suck my honey I fuck other queens more honey more honey please
Sara will always love me we're inseparable a strange alchemy binds us a thing like no one before Annette will always love me something different makes our alchemy bound by love God will always love me
steps echoing in the dark ice melting in the glass a long and never ending sip the heat and cold of night times of freedom
last christmas I gave you my heart and the very next day you throw it away this year I'll give you my heart and you'll throw it away the very next day next christmas
truth is nothing but a candle casting shadow puppets
a soft light a dull evening you lying there
a hard light an unforgiving sun me talking
mysteries unknown to men should I be happy or sad for those unknowns wine I can taste
wood burns I don't care about a single thing beer flows
eating and drinking until the line between launch and dinner blurs cheap music from a cheap radio you sing under the shower we hug beneath the sheets playing made up games and nothing good comes out of these days and we come out of these days
I remember you house with your wooden walls and hidden old magazines with 80's naked ladies people around us changed you and me the only constants in this equation I don't know it's going right or if it's going wrong like this smoke floating mid air
back to the same life if it ever was a same
words they just mess with us forget words don't think them don't let them think you
step by step quietly hiking admiring trees and shadows some children run up and down getting tired missing shadows
sorry but I don't have time for your troubles for politicians for electricians I already have myself to deal with a turtle spinning on its back
melting light forging shadows at the bottom of this warm drink
getting drunk at 4 o'clock to survive our goodbye tears of glass shards of ice
I will think about it forever while I drink while I sleep while I piss especially while I piss what you really meant with that half smile
a chair still disintegrating every second I don't know why I envy it a bit
my laptop humming quietly trying to say something that I fail to listen every time it's a cry for help a monument that says we don't know where to turn we don't know what to do
print "Hello World";
I get it some thoughts are yours only even if you try to get me onboard you quickly get it flakes
artificial light is too harsh inevitable hard as a hammer you must turn it off and it's sudden death
disorder chaos that's what I need at the same time something simple to get by
how much of that guy who just started discovering the world is still here today in a leap he's gone and somehow still here groundhog in the snow
pause head spins what to do what to do you're not used to it anymore play back on track gone
voices all over the world tell me what to think what to do what if I wanted to sew my ears together what if I wanted the smell of grass
we're playing his top spins too fast the child once told me let's play hide and seek otherwise you'll win by the evening but it kept spinning faster
don't ask we don't want the answer even if we know it asking is a way of saying I don't know and keep doing what we do
write about what you know they say but what do I know? I may not want to even think my thoughts
it's midnight alright midday? midlife? it could be or I could die tomorrow or I could die a hundred years or I could get sick of thinking about this what can I add to countless poets philosophers new time, new write? the keyboard laughs at each key my fingers grease
what's left to say more than a bottle of wine some friends silly talks?
you lay there on the sofa waiting for the tea playing with your phone I'm playing with my phone we often talk I can't really grasp the moment I keep asking what does it mean?
what's with this ugly joke someone made of us? and who exactly did god nature ourselves does it matter? meanwhile that guy keeps hanging on the scaffold
I remember ancient times playing on the playground putting spheres in circles cubes in squares everything I learned was a lie I don't fit your shape you don't fit my shape somehow we happen to collide and somehow this rubber band resists endless tiring pulls
everything in memories is veiled by some fog will it all come back when I will write that greatest book about my life? or it's better it stays there it's better I, unlucky can't remember or I'll have to face that there's no book there's no great life
some pixels scare you I'm told you afraid of the bytes who cares just like flesh and blood fools anywhere beware
you meet a girl and what do you do is the first question out of the car you are born and what you will do is the first question out of the womb I ask what are you?
this lamp half eaten by the dark with a thousand dots is this our goal to linger in the morning before opening the shutter both alive and death free
if I have to think about it dreams are the best part of my life there I found just my kind of girl is being forgotten part of perfection?
no words to write no words to think just a thick night swallowing me
monsters scheming against you they don't need your sleep maybe to mock you to make you think they're just silly dreams looming over you shadows cast on the back of the mind always close always watching
friends nothing but casual clashes of occasions random situations could have been you me that guy walking by nothing more you call that nothing? sharing litres of beer is not an easy task
rest kills
it's not something that will blow your mind not a poem to be remembered I'd just like to be left alone thanks
what would you be without work? would you be the same different exchangeable at all?
spreading jam on bread that's something I'm gonna miss
memories in our minds some thicker some thinner each and every one of them leaving some kind of trace behind
figures leave a message only I can know only I this very second not the previous not the next
thoughts come and go loudly quietly while I listen to this sea of traffic
we're here at the edges some more then others all desperate in some way all crazy we sometimes touch we often fight but we see our kind it's just another way of thinking, isn't it?
oh yeah give me that squirt of money all over my wallet I want it I need it yet I'd love a napkin to come out clean
a couple of mismatched thoughts trying to ride this stinky animal a metal egg is hatching between two monkey legs
time passes still writing questionable stuff still losing at chess still walking around hands inside your pockets still looking at people a bit stunned and that's still fine
birds paint with their shadows on a light washed buildings canvas spinning music cocktails cigars
laying there half chewed tangerine way too sour for me for the world
mouth tastes a spoon of rusted nails and every little cut between the skin and bone of people past with splashing feet I'm showering beneath two mixing streams of venous and arterial blood
trying to fit our little playful words to this world as if nothing could go wrong
fluxes of dark liquid blow through my nostrils that train chews on and on and on until it stops in a suction
will we ever overcome our ideas to experience us just here growling dogs eager to devour our flesh
no matter what lagging behind black fluids hammering our brain artificial light washed streets with toxic drops filtering below
walking through empty churches a monk tells me to stand by we go into his garden and we eat together strawberries a prayer made of dirt
another week another tv show another sushi box another beer
a trip within your mind within your ??? did you leave or did you arrive
I can smell it or a least I think so maybe Yeats smelled it too still I don't like the smell
eternal reminder of lidless devil's pots
my grandpa used to tell me how he escaped war deceiving english soldiers I'd like to tell my grandson tales of war to repeat the same tale my grandfather told me and not a new one
smell of cheap roses neon lights with overstretched reds nipples hard licking each other hiding whatever
the curtain's open puppets starts to move good bad worse all feelings displayed for your own judgement for your own pleasure and while you watch just don't forget to ask who are the masters?
life has become too complicated economics politics underground rivers flowing too fast whispering our chant maybe this time spares us blood
spring cleaning with a dirty mop old priests of new religions singing psalms of sodomized children dancing in a circle hand in hand behind a veil of teal dusting off old moldy symbols off we go
I speak alone in the night sitting on my armchair maybe some neighbour listens thinking I'm crazy but I understand myself and that my friend is enough
I could have took the bus and be home in ten minutes instead I took a walk a procession of led lights and other lonely souls
they say things to be equal both up and down I'm always up and down here and there and I don't like it very much
forgotten rolls of film tell a story you forgot maybe on purpose maybe not a cold mountain lake a half smile those pictures have no meaning for me a whole world
placeholder text evokes feelings thoughts ideas I have thought and you have not or we both have
cars roar out of my window sometimes there's silence it almost feels like everything's fine when they roar again
the next revolution will be against the previous one
randomly friends for just one night I'll always remember your blonde hair and your blue eyes even if they didn't mean anything like those drinks like those laughs like us
attention is an old mistress always dressed up as a virgin with a whip behind her back made of needles standing with her pointy heels on a pile of bleeding corpses those that didn't get her but still wanted her badly
always falling short of the image I have of myself a dead pigeon wrapped in a plastic bag
how many poets lost how many revelations thoughts lost in history a drop in a pond
no happiness unless you get a job you get a car you get a man or a woman, I don't care no happiness unless you become that dream that ghost you've seen in some nightmare you call dream
free as a bird they'll come to claim their chains
cold work day hot spring inside my mind ready to be cold
I like to walk by the new metro station not yet open to the public it has a nice little park no one goes there except dog owners kids playing soccer a girl with a bicycle eating her lunch and myself with my tired eye
I spin around places here and there like a spinner that spins spins spins spins so fast it almost is still
a harpsichord playing at night while pictures of me as a child play on the screen
I've always thought living is hard turns out living is pretty easy compared to help
pointed hair plastic sunglasses riding bicycles of roars and dust doing everything we could to catch a glimpse of tits awkward kisses strange new touches and suddenly awaken inside an alien room with hair on our faces where's that gaze of yours that August night
will abandoning wild nights be my death a stranger's birth or will it be my birth a stranger's end?
new landscapes objects feelings thoughts but same old humans which I now at least a bit
know yourself they said but who obeys?
a cloud of dust soars from the traffic light as a touch heavy as a thought
we forgot along the way words weigh their weight is starting to weigh too much
you sit across from me sharing my burden of chitchat and scrap noises like that you leave without a word with just a look
I look three times out of the window there is a car there is another and another one there is a gaze there is an eye
it flows it flows you think you cans stop it you think you can top your neighbour or Heraclitus you think you can do something that's meaningful have a drink
sun shines the sky is bright full of hope meanwhile starvation deaths and countless wasted orgasms swarm their little ant feet here on earth
there are days when nothing is learned when nothing is taught and it's alright just looking the waitress straight in her eyes and thank her meaninglessly like her meaningless reply
I look at my desk there they are my mucus and sperm dry napkins I feel you guys
just a day like many others just a day
you were here some time ago now you're not it's so trivial I'm ashamed I should have grand thoughts powerful feelings I don't feel or think that much just that you were here some time ago and now you're not
black curly hair cut short pale blue eyes you'd be beautiful if it wasn't for those fingers tapping their way through a screen of blood
I remember just a few important moments and every day they're fewer maybe meaning doesn't lie in memory at all
we just want one thing to fuck to eat to sleep to go take a shit and a lot of other countless things to kill time in between
let's skip on doing laundry washing teeth going to work let's enjoy this sunset made of smelly armpits nose hair damn, those nose hair! they're what I love the most
neighbours blasting music from their stereo ceiling trains speeding causing window panes to tremble and my tablecloth is still greased with chips oil and my mind is still greased with ashes of hope I sometimes dust off but sometimes don't
I have collected so many failures I'm almost happy when I get a new one
change your dear friend always at your side unexpected yet expected constant flux of information I sometimes am aware of I sometimes am not
I was about to write a poem but as my thoughts condensed a heating ping did sting me and they were no more
born we suck her tit with pleasure with mischievous eyes
pastries ramen aimless walks together I'm very tempted to say this is happiness it's kind of dull I know but just listen pastries ramen aimless walks together I'm going to say it once more at the cost of sounding a bad poet pastries ramen aimless walks
bred and born to be functioning automata each junction lubricated each vent, some days a year, blows off the steam nearing culture overload
immorality of grey walls almost comforts me almost defies me
would you eat a pie made of pubic hair? it's either good or bad your choice your choice and no one else's
it's been a while, rain my smelly friend I'm almost no more used to having a wet head wet feet a wet lonely smile meanwhile you keep falling on this outdoor leather couch still there, somehow