what is life?
do poets matter?
are we all a black mass
inside an endless spiral
what are words?
does writing matter?
we want to be free
but the government has us
what is a canvas?
do painters matter?
they color our lives
with the darkest patches
what are hands?
do gloves matter?
if they cannot touch
a delicate body
what are eyes?
if only green matters
we cannot look at
one another
because my eyes are full of lies
what is death?
do funerals matter?
we all die
its just a matter of the burial site
what are pyramids?
does history matter?
why do great men die
poisoned by their sin
what is god?
if evil still roams free,
if a father crucified
his son
for his own sins
what is religion?
if it divides us
and only woman
reunite us
what is alcohol?
if wine is all-knowing
it stimulates the brain
the way sweet words
stimulate fame
what is sin?
if we are all born in it

i envy those
who lead a miserable
life
for they know the struggle
of woman and wine,
today i die.
with this poem  
i leave the misery behind.
watch me be reborn,
as a bottle of cheap
red wine.