if (Asserting my will in chaos and order) == True, then “Que sera sera” ( an expression soon to be guillotined, when I’m finally at the top of the cosmos, my rightful place where I will reinvent life: Free access to melancholy and beer, psychic equality, birth through toe nails, total annihilation of fungi and reality TV. Speeches will be dithyrambic and cows will prophesize my will one fart at a time, worship will be unnecessary, chaos mandatory and happiness the least of my endeavour. An early alignment with my project will guarantee you an eternal [twisted] life with daily memory wipes)

poetry

I move along
harvesting fruits of my youth
pulling weeds off my back
Quietly resisting the itch to
pull my heart between my teeth
tune to the echo of eternity within
but my blood hummers like a debt I owe
and Nothing covers me

On my one-way journey
I dance an inch above the ice
lie on grassy mountains
hum with birds
howl with wolves
feed off the surrounding glow, and
in a flow of wonder or sadness
in hues of blue
I dig through the sky till all the light comes through

To the bitter end
I water the fool within
watch her restlessness grow
trying to decipher shadows and sounds
and grate the pavement on her passage

So it is
when black crows caw for my flesh
my bones will grow bigger and
fill the frame of happiness

One thought on “if (Asserting my will in chaos and order) == True, then “Que sera sera” ( an expression soon to be guillotined, when I’m finally at the top of the cosmos, my rightful place where I will reinvent life: Free access to melancholy and beer, psychic equality, birth through toe nails, total annihilation of fungi and reality TV. Speeches will be dithyrambic and cows will prophesize my will one fart at a time, worship will be unnecessary, chaos mandatory and happiness the least of my endeavour. An early alignment with my project will guarantee you an eternal [twisted] life with daily memory wipes)”

  1. Roger Mugs's avatar

    i don’t think i have to say how much of a fan i am of this title… curious if you ever have the same experience i did switching from a comfort with a certain melancholy to absolutely incapable of feeling melancholy…
    i get anxious still, but cant find melancholy for the life of me.
    i dont even identify anymore with the music i used to listen to… i still love it – think it’s brilliant… but can no longer identify.

    anyhoo. wonderfully written

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