I have been standing
here
for the last decade
people call me weirdo
rocklike
monument
or
nothing
what am I waiting for
in this passive
insistence?
I will tell you
the glimmer in the eyes
at the exact moment
when the next one
realizes
that everything is in its right place
and nothing more needs
to be done
the rest is fable.
Modern Poetry Blog
the machines +
he echoes
and to live
dangerously
with this slow beard
amidst hallucinations of normality
the decadence of my
Nietzschean years
no role model:
Kurt is long gone
dead by angst
we still live on
the poet of opium
in a brothel
licking her sweetness
beauty the contradiction
of his verse
the poet needs his decadence
refutal of his commitment
the lie
the mistake
the disaster
mistrust of the divine
impotence of sublimity
my life is decay
in your hands.
Nihilistic Poetry
Too many steps too drunk
an outsider
infatuated
with the outside decadence
a 30-day-old poet
taming his extinction
grasping for existence
breathing the sidewalks
as an addiction
calling street life
the pulp of everything
right here
civilization as a theory
the grid of rebellion
on this Rorschach
while the chanting epochs
intoxicate us
with their
darkness
in the streets
in the steps
of drunken
us.
Beyond Language 
You must be logged in to post a comment.