"La vita è una scuola di probabilità."
by donall-dempsey
"La vita è una scuola di probabilità."
I appear
to have fallen
out of myself
no longer the me I am
but as if I had become
the statue of my self.
A pigeon shit tear
runs down my granite cheek.
"La vita è una scuola di probabilità."
the pigeon perched upon my head announces.
"Probably..?" I answer.
More a maybe-perhaps.
I am now an actor
playing the part of myself
unsure of what is expected of me
"What's my motivation?" I ask the director.
But he has been taken off
this picture.
The Donall Dempsey I used to be
no longer exists.
Someone or something
has broken into my head
and stolen the me
I was.
I now have no dialogue
only a walk-on-part
in my own life
an unimportant footnote
somewhere on page
42.
"What will I do..?"
I whistle the Berlin tune
the pigeon flying off my head
taking my thoughts with it.