Existence
who am I?
who am I supposed to be?
who am I supposed to meet?
who am I?
huddled in a shopping cart
reading from a little, green card
I recite:
Who am I?
I make sure the audience can hear.
“You’re never too far from the end.”
I remember them saying to me,
but ofcourse I don’t believe
dead words.
Sleepless satire clings to conversation leaving
the air moist and tight.
Did you really think you could escape this so
easily?
Do not wait for the clergymen they’re coming later.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Cosmos.
That’s not possible.
Well then I won’t be growing up.
I’ll walk through caverns and desolate landscapes until
it’s freedom.
All I want is to be forgotten.
(2013)
