Again

I want to explore the human condition

Our flaws, our habits and the inane repetition

The attempt to find meaning in what we do

Thinking you’re better, one of the few

Tight smiles and bonus points for tight arses

Half full and half empty glasses

Couldn’t I just exist with the people I love?

No worries, no drama and no one above?

I want to explore but it’s disappointing and dirty

Career paths, bonds and having it all by thirty

So many attempts to do the same thing differently 

(“I’m worth it, I swear!”) Innovation, the greatest mystery

Each day explores the human condition

For I am a human and this is my condition. 

Pointless & Wasted

This world is a wasted land: you look round, and, of course: only circles. This world is a circus (with clowns and suffering animals): you look in the manege, and, of course: surrounded – surrounded by empty chairs. This world is empty (& too full with pain): you look beneath, and there is nothing (but claws). All the branches are crawling, don’t you hear? But can crows be depressed? (For how long?) An apple a day is disgusting. Not much more than an apple a year. (How do months become years?) Apples are problems. Kernels taste bitter. Who wants to unwrap the fruit? (Underneath the peel, most of the vitamins sleep (unjust).) Which language does an ordinary apple speak? Die Sprache der Unlust. Some lights seem reflected. Which stop is mine? Do I want to get out? Whose smoke comes out of the chimney? Who burns himself? (Have we again been help?) We are pets for each other. WARUM so kleinherzig? What does this mean: “I can’t”; “I’m exhausted”; “I’m nearly gone”? Questions remain the most annoying answers. Auseinandergeflimmert: my nerves; – and now? How do you pronounce SCREAM? What is too quiet? “Well”, to bury yourself is not the best escape. (It is?) There is no exile: ask the brain; ask the branch; – ask round in circles, ask apples, ask chairs in wor(l)ds, ask: ask pointless & wasted.