faking pleasure

political poetry

lands
boundary
relative to
infinity and vacuums
my passport to being
in a Rorschach bureaucracy
never mix philosophy
with politics
my motto even whilst
severely drunk
yet

 

I remain silent
don’t
can’t
defend any position

 

let me pretend with
you
that this system
has foundations

 

like the planet
earth
resting on top
of an endless accession
of turtles
till
the end
of
space

 

I see their
heads.

 

 

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