Thursday, July 15, 2004

The space will be in flux

Not knowing where or how exactly

But beer chills and the quietness composes

I like it - the bitterness with great effect

Exact real and to the point

But with what in mind - nothing

In constancy there is boredom

In difference there too, tell me

How should I cruise through each day

In sleep, in awakeness barely

In shit-work and in trouble

In all these, there is me - life

I am so - bored - to the point of

Difference please! and of newness

that is rest. take me away.