söndag 19 augusti 2012

the reverence vehicle malfunction

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stuck already,
i turn to the fragments... pictures within my reach; they are few, and
all scattered, i arrange and rearrange the
papers on my desk as a means to move forward... but i am stuck

the reverence vehicle is just words on a pale surface,
it has no body of its own,
a coat of paint would do it no good,
it is stuck in its place; my head... i chew gum

third verse ends before it starts,
sentences malfunction,
letters have no adress, they can not be sent, they drift,
i chew words, i want to smoke cigarettes - not only
in my dreams... 

this is not the beginning,
there are no such things as beginnings,
not here, in this corner... but there are no corners,
anywhere,
i am stuck in this... the asteroids will come to us with annihilation,

in my dreams, or just in between sleep and wakefulness, i do things
that i don't remember, i would want to remember...
but i don't...
there is something there, when i am in bed, and under the mattress is
things that i use in that particular phase... that near sleep
phase

i don't understand why i have to do it, night after night,
use those objects, that are hidden under
the mattress... the doctor wanted to give me three new type of pills,
but i am reluctant as to the benefit of them,
i am already stuck with a host of other pills, i'm not so stuck in this text anymore,
it might be

the seventh segment will be the last,
all texts must end, not because there are no more words; they are always too many,
i have mentioned the asteroids,
nothing can save us... shouldn't we be happy?

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