the excrement of existentialism

if existence and non-existence are not on the menu

then why am i waiting at a table

for someone to take my order

 

once upon a time i rhymed

the problem with instant gratification

is that it takes too damn long

 

but circumstance is happenstance

and true romance is a glance

that longs to dance

with me

and not waiting for the perfect song

to be the reason to be on the dance floor

 

the clerk at the liquor store

said alcohol and cigarettes will take their toll

after he told me he’s worked there since 1987

 

i replied, “yes they will”

while thinking,

“that’s why everyone you sell to is here”

 

and dust that’s blown will not adhere

for any other reason than it was blown

by a wind that was there at the moment

 

i came for a taste

devoured a meal

and still i feel

 

empty

 

the hole grows in proportion to the circumference

 

while i recite,

“Pour toi, j’aimerais construire

Un château blanc de neige

Pour y poser tes peines

Et ton corps porcelain”

 

while i recite…

 

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