What am I supposed to do
I can’t believe it’s snowing again. Yesterday, I was certain that summer was riding on my non-booted heels. Everyone’s blurred pouting faces looked a tinge less miserable in the sunshine. What an absurd little world we live in. (Take me back to Flo-ri-da!)
Pointer middle ring litte
spread apart the needles of grass
like construction paper cut-outs
of bright green triangles
leaving slits in the folds
of the joints in my fingers
Fiskar scissor shapes
a dull blade to slice
the sharpened sheet
Awake in a pool of mud
and try to find your head
I dreamt of long walks in the snow
and inns with no more room
and no one would give me water
the men in suits offered me a role on stage
but I had forgotten how to read
and I stuttered raining pools of spit
that puddled at my feet
Through the walls a loud voice travels
it rolls over the tops of shrinking rats
is pulled by strings attached
to the wheels of the chair
that moves back and forth overhead
Get up and walk
If I can drag my feet through the sludge then so can you.
Damn, I really hate when the Canadian is home.
Everything that exalts life at the same time increases its absurdity.
In the Algerian summer I learn that one thing only is more tragic than suffering, and that is the life of a happy man.
It is well known that one’s native land is always recognized at the moment of losing it. For those who are too uneasy about themselves, their native land is the one that negates them. But after all what negates me in this life is first of all what kills me.
The guy sitting next to me on the airplane will not stop eating his fingers and I can see him doing it in my periphery and it is driving me nuts. I am going to smack him.
"Well don’t smile because it would surely break your face."
-Are you single?
-Are you having an affair?
-Why are you so sad?
-When was the last time you felt happy?
-Was it a true, pure happy or a relative happy?
-Are you who you want to be?
-Would you prefer to be someone else?
-Are you similar to the “you” you thought you would become when as a child you imagined your future self?
-Is today worse than yesterday?
-If you were a day of the week, would you be Monday or Wednesday?
-What does it feel like to get out of bed in the morning?
-Do you realize you have on average another 11,000 to 18,250 mornings of looking in the mirror and wondering if people will find you attractive?
-Do you think people will remember you after you die?
-For how long after you die?
-Do you believe in God?
-Do you believe in life after death?
-Do you believe in life after God?
-Do you hear voices?
-Are you for the chemical elimination of all things painful?
-Do you think we need more sports?