nihilistic poetry

THE COLOSSAL FEELING OF BEING NOTHING

A young beast
leaves a footprint
on empty earth

the ears interpret
knives as foliage

in her crotch
a whole balcony of moss

against the black
odor of the stars

a firefly
cannot live a century

the blood sleeps
like hardened wax

something is missing
a shadow
pregnant with noon

a grey whiteness
wounds the heart

and death approaches
in a nude echo.

Nihilistic Poetry

of love

malene_raun_singer

i know
that your face
shining like a fog
is nothing
but emptiness

that your hand
sliding down
past my navel
grabs a cock
which is shapeless

i accept
the vows
and promises
of love
in a universe
of decay

i know
my love
you are a flutter
in the vast chain of being
and i have kissed
the fleeting
mystery of a lip

i comprehend
our nudity
as a mirage
and that words
coil around us
like fumes of legend

we
arbitrary
like a sun and fate
share a millennium
of spontaneity

i know
your face
is but a passage
an instrument
for the invisible
to be formulated

let’s rub
the falsity of our skins
against the
improbability of our bliss

infinite
you

and

delirious
me

21st century poetry

between himself as a fact and the other facts there is a harmony of metaphysical rhythm

metaphysical rock

I lift
the stone
and find
red

the sky
is the outer
shell of mother’s
breast

they kissed
to imitate
a sleeping
sound

I allow
the species of rock
to define
my heart

so many
drunks
surround me
like a fence

I collect
our sighs
like crumbs
of drying wax

if shop windows
were mirrors
we would buy
ourselves

I pick up
a wet piece of paper
on the other side
said: impossible

I return
to the stone
lift and find:
archers with ash bows

my vision
turns red
and partly
unborn

I listen
to wisdom
and remember
its broken wings

I sit inside
a library
because there is
nowhere else to go.

 

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

solid air

Don’t know how to drive.
Can’t even park
into huge chasms
of disquietude.
How can I comb
the hair of my
marble personality
under
the incredible wobble
of the universal flux –
my feet are spaghetti
and the air around
one gigantic block
of solid
impossibility.
I can’t breathe,
my incomplete dreams
have begun unfurling
in an inexplicable atmosphere
of suffering.

Nihilistic Poetry

mother

 

Life is too much
MOTHER
let me sink back
into your soft breasts
let your milk flow
like warm tree branches
over my defeated shadow
let it flow freely
into the grooves of my ears
until it descends into
the pit of my dreams
and blends there
with all the
pain
 

the breadth of a breath

death poetry

it is in that last
place
where life is surrendered
and in one flicker
we must die
absolutely

forgiving
beauty
for having existed
and now
been taken away
in one last
absurd breath

every moment
revolves around
that final moment

and if there is any meaning
it is this

the immeasurably short present
being swallowed by nothingness

all details
consumed and
blurred

it is this
single and
isolated tick
of time

where we live
and
unendingly

shiver.

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

a new temple

Modern Poetry

Meet
me

ageless

in
the
streets

we’ll
be bums
smoking
and
in flux

I don’t care
what the
price is
to
be

pure

as a
cigarette butt
burning out
in your
primordial
fingers

meet
me

to
announce a new
temple
for the
boundless:

a park bench
and empty beer
cans
at our
feet.

 

 

 

nihilistic poetry