The distance to writing poetry
You are on your own, you think yourself unreachable. Somewhere on the side of the light. All talk about giving yourself up into the world, as if you can be glorious that way, and you sit there, cold light in your face, half way to darkness You make the senses light, more of the world ...
A world of only poets
Sitting on a heated front seat of a car my cock quietly hard the driver silent, old rock music slowly eating the darkness wondering how it is to live as a poet in a world of only poets
Observation
What i am is also: world The world that was repelling me Or so i felt The world in which i had no say Not even about moving some of her smallest parts I feel embarrassed. So trivial my thoughts So puny my process. My time. I watch an ant that i don’t smash Walking ...