Poets should save us from happiness
Out in the lab they are studying the natives
I vowed to stay cryptic
As I am keeping you posted
About the joys of life
And as I touch you
As if we exist
I will keep looking in design books
For shapes that help the world
Drag its infinity behind
Friday, October 18, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
All I can afford
Is a small scale metaphysics
Enough to run a rented apartment
With borrowerd Wi-Fi - in order
To watch a faraway war
Or book maintenance appointments
A small enough metaphysics
To invite an angel or two over
& cook them hot water
In exchange of divine secrets
A small en epistemology
To go with it
So I can read cookbooks
& cartoons about Spinoza
Or few haikus
Is a small scale metaphysics
Enough to run a rented apartment
With borrowerd Wi-Fi - in order
To watch a faraway war
Or book maintenance appointments
A small enough metaphysics
To invite an angel or two over
& cook them hot water
In exchange of divine secrets
A small en epistemology
To go with it
So I can read cookbooks
& cartoons about Spinoza
Or few haikus
The dust is part of the city
And of love
It is scattered over a drawing
Describing an eventual death
I am succumbing to the density of stairs
Until i am tired enough
To accept that the heat
And the sleeping around
To matter
Or to mean
As if the The DADAists taught us nothing
As if thet just abandoned their bicycles and collages
And we said nothing in return
We really said nothing in return
And of love
It is scattered over a drawing
Describing an eventual death
I am succumbing to the density of stairs
Until i am tired enough
To accept that the heat
And the sleeping around
To matter
Or to mean
As if the The DADAists taught us nothing
As if thet just abandoned their bicycles and collages
And we said nothing in return
We really said nothing in return
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