anti - poetry

IDENTITY PANDEMIC 

Crashed on Earth by chance. 

She looks around across this strange land and sense movements, gestures, fluctuations but not things in themselves, trails of elapsing living and non living matter reassembling constantly in my mind while space time is here and now in perpetual expansion immanent to dark energy

The Absolute Unknown was there since the very impossible beginning of infinitude

...it’s getting hot down here, 30 degrees outside, its coffee calls for more microwave, again

it’s morning again, chaos everywhere

it’s morning again

chaos everywhere

and no i don’t have time for romantic poetry

and no I’m not gifted at remembering

so that’s why i have to read it

i hate its stifling smell, you know?

romantic cheesy stuff

i’m giving in to chaos

nothing better to do

wait, oh that magical gothic lake again

remade night after night 

sexy marie ork in latex

my versions of her of course

mhmmm, her ass excites me

and her expression

and the way the black latex wears her body

and her beautiful madness

i scream to the void once again

the pain is unbearable

hahahahaha

i give in to chaos

i am chaos, you too, 

Even if you don’t admit it 

Oh yes you

Don’t pretend you don’t

i am this poetry made out of trash

of what the boring suits discard as “waste”

“waste”

i am this life I didn’t asked for

cheers my friends! let’s dance 

once more in frenzy

are you ready to get out of yourselves

like normal people will never dare to

on the edge of this void???

Cheers!

Cheers!