"canibalism" poems
There is a terrible existence within me
A tortured skeleton, an ossuary of disturbance
It glamours at my skin, it listens, it listens
Where hunger speaks of canibalism
And scratches at the stone floor of my chest
In blurred echoes of a censorship
That erases occurrences on a Ducassian
Dissecting table with an infinite whisper
Of morbid intention in disordered silence
Shouts with immense calibrations
Its pale impatience, its pale impatience
In agonized incantatory obduration
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC
Life is not in love
Not in responsibility
Not in relationship
Not in friendship
Not in family
Not in marriage
Not in happiness
Not in security
Not in religion
Not in superstition
Not in imagination
Not in participation
Not in dreaming
Not in fighting
Not in peace
Not in solitude
Not in hiding
Not in showing
Not in justice
Not in morals
Not in humanity
Not in animalism
Not in canibalism
Not in politics
Not in leaders
Not in higher powers
Not in systems
Not in categories
Not in schools
Not in intelligence
Not in ignorance
Not in societies
Not in countries
Not in space
Not in place
Not in truth
Not in knowing
Not in learning
Not in caring
Not in sharing
Not in appropriation
Not in accordance
Not in order
Not in chaos
Not in problems
Not in solutions
Not in greatness
Not in failure
Not in achievement
Not in employment
Not in popularity
Not in economics
Not in presidency
Not in parliament
Not in length
Not in quality
Not in interference
Not in significance
Not in growth
Not in similarities
Not in change
Not in purpose
Not in awareness
Not in beliefs
Not in trust
Not in killing
Not in saving
Not in treating
Nor in creating.
Life is in living
Life is only simply in existing.
It's the perfect way to do it.
Just to exist.
Facing no other outcome but death.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC