ANIMAL
I am an animal
with no immortal element of soul
and several barking teeth through which I lie
each fucking day.
This is an extreme point of alienation,
a feeling that cannot be faked.
Motto: crazy but not a crank!
I’ve got no retirement plan. Fuck retirement.
That’s not what I meant, that’s what I lent.
Just vowels of the pain
and wows (woughs) of the heart.
When the time comes I will
kindly take a moment to die.
Take for example
rivers gnawing away at the bone
of reality, where it (nothing)
hurts and seems real,
yet it hurts nothing that it exists.
For example, you don’t know where to go
and the bar is closed
(your vertigo told you to go to a bar),
and you go to a train instead
and ride a few lines down the wintry autumn.
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