excuse me there is a hole in your
face through which i peaked every day
that things were always as they are now
and i wasn't even blind
i was peaking through a transparant sheet
maybe i never even saw you

Eliot remarked do you know that humankind
cannot bear very much reality. that even he was aware
a whole century ago that the one to come
would still have all of this *******
makes me think of a non-existing century
could be my new apartment
and i'll paint the walls

i'll crash into life however
childish that may sound and i'll
break my skull split
myself in half and we have
a puddle of red to practise with
i'm unsatisfied over everything

and i'll jump there's a bottle of red
in the kitchen and i poured it away and now
i regret though might have been for the best
must've turned sour by then
amongst other things i try not to think about