At 36 years old I feel my body breaking But I have hope My hope lies, or rather stands In the fact that I don’t have the choice to give up And I am going to die Therefore every pain Is temporary Every sensation propels me Deeper into my work And my pursuit of emptiness
Screens blinding struggling peopleAs they sitCraned necks slowly breakingNecks that feel like progressProgressing to a pointPast the toxic lakePast the drunk five and dimerAnd womenPast the ugly “art installation”That is supposed to inspire “hope”Past the full hospitalAwaking into a worldNot too far awayWhere energy isn’t feltAnd connection is just a word
Filling the last pageOf a book I never expected toLast this longThe rain falls outsideOn to stone and weedsThe pool cover glistensLike a friendly frogThe trees laugh and singTheir leaves committing gentle suicideLike that Monty Python sketchAnd all the while the coffeeMaintains its steamEmanating from the brimI don’t remember whatI dreamed last nightAnd though I …
“Turnkey” business model“Side hustle” to earnA freezer in a roomWith fine cuts from the northAnd in 24 hours of waitingYour face turns from thatFamiliar scowl to a smileBut you’re suspiciousThat you’ve been had
I love nowWhen I’m not in painWhen the air is freshWhen I can say “ahorita”And it might never happenNothing to do but sit or lieWhen no one is callingWhen the screen isn’t onAnd there’s no soundBut the birds
36
At 36 years old
I feel my body breaking
But I have hope
My hope lies, or rather stands
In the fact that I don’t have the choice to give up
And I am going to die
Therefore every pain
Is temporary
Every sensation propels me
Deeper into my work
And my pursuit of emptiness
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