writing things:
constructing entities
not objects, subjects
those entities interact
they act upon the reader
hey this is me, this is me in you
is there a me in you?
they ask
and they may say no
they may wonder and ponder
and we are so over structuralism, hence
they do not look at what you've written
or what you wanted to write
they look at the entity
and for a moment, the two converse
as far as semantics go,
you are irrelevant now
i am irrelevant now
curious things
constructing entities
not objects. very subjective subjects.
this is me, they say,
i am about love
i see everything through these lenses
i am these lenses
i am about pain
see through my lenses
read me enough times,
enough between the lines,
and you'll see the whole world
reflected, colored, distorted or true
but it is not my world
no no no
this is a conversation
you may even debate
you may even be hypnotized
there are no writers
here is the text
and there are you
talking
this is a very talkative text
i am a very talkative text
the reader may object
but i strongly believe what i believe
i am what i am
but for you, i am what you see in me
a terrible experimental poem
or a decent experimental poem
or a meta-brag from a talentless hipster
but, really, i wouldn't know
i' m here for the conversation

1.

it was morning, once, he remembers
it had to be
but he lost her somehow

2.

wind cold and sharp
breath of frost and fury
entering her void

3.

a cliff two steps back
dreams still ahead
flying away

4.

***** hands on the skin
then slithering inside
and the taste remains

5.

something like a storm in the eyes
drops salty and bitter
and light, everywhere, light

6.

a hunger for flesh in the wilds
for there is desire
but he's not here

7.

threads warping the lips
****** needles
needed silence, and right

8.

hands up, touching the sun
clouds under the feet, and a voice:
higher

9.

light through the slit and secrets
thorns all around it
and darkness

10.

hooked, gravely ill,
mania, dread and ache;
a heart

it's a figure of speech, i know, but it fails

"we have fed you all for a thousand years"

more like ten thousand years, anonymous

institutionalized oppression is very old

we built their pyramids and appeased their gods

sweat, blood, and bones have built the present

look at you, all naked.
i' m not really in the mood.

hey, stop that! i was talking!
don't try looking cute.

really, let's discuss things!
like, is this serious, or not?

we don't have time, i get it.
couple of days left and you're gone.

you know what? i wanna talk politics.
you don't tempt me, i' m a saint.

i' ll start seeing you as sexist.
i' m a guy, yes, and it's great...

i' ll attack your opinions. that'll show ya!
trotsky was a ******! nianiania!

what? you're angry now? why 's that?
no, don't get angry now! let's cuddle and stuff!

...******. them ***** were not enough.

if only enough people could agree

"they don't really care about us"

it's just not that obvious, michael

the slave has the faith the master lacks

the slave needs to believe in humanity

while the master can hardly remember

a flock abandoning a tree

a storm of wings

the blowing wind

the silence, then

and me

don't shy away, don't hide
               don't deny me the view
of all the things you are

you don't see what I see
               I am the sole beholder
lonely and mad, savouring this sweetness

verses fall flat and yield

they are but mere shadows
               as if struggling to describe
rifts of colours, concepts of harmony

just take my word
               let loose the sheets
and be there

in time I'll make you a believer