Is that it?
Category Archives: 2014
Epitaph Project
I’m sorry if I disappointed you.
World Cup
The fever set in early this time around; all of the players were affected. They all looked beaten before they’d started.
Epitaph Project
It wasn’t my fault.
The blog is updated.
I must not be dead.
Unless I am haunting you.
I’m separated from anything
Nothing
Everything
And the notion
Of social interaction
Speech
Or the public eating of a fucking peach
Sits
Laughs
Bites at my ankles like a stupid dog
Daily
Especially this one
Until the end.
Long, before retirement
Its Monday, evening
and so, I shoot myself
in the face
this time with a drink
of a larger calibre
the shot glass
both distraction
and cure
willed by
the days ahead
Enter Title Here
What meaning, then, do you ascribe to these poor words, found ailing and placed with not so intensive care upon the screen
should this be determinism of your own, of that of another author
Simply said, which one?
After all,
It who typed the keys
owns no meaning, for
that died
the moment the pixels heard an apparent voice