Uncertainty : fog has no name – K.B

Uncertainty : fog has no name.

 

 
Uncertainty,
fog
Has no name.

Concentration
Is sent away
In happy
Summer camps
Where it doesn’t
Have to focus,

Just survive.

Uncertainty,
The fog has
No name,

The beautiful
Symphony
Is cocained,

Too fast ,
Too high.

The fog
Has no name,

The fuck
Has no passion.

The dick hangs
Aimlessly

The mouth
Is bittersweet

And all the amicability
Cannot erase my task
To my mind,

Let it be healthy
And easy.

Hello,
A little
Focus
Please.
The sea is turquoise
And the wind is dry,

Fish is flying
Above the
Surface

Dolphins
Are laughing.

It is not
A big boat
Nor Noa’s Arch

And it’s carrying
Only me.

O lovely dishes,
I miss your taste,

Nightmares have been
Anesthesizing me,
Nothing has changed,
Not even size
Nor emphasis
As a matter
Of true fact.

The belly
Is empty,
It is hungry
For pleasure

It doesn’t
Worry
About
Sustaining
Oneself.

It looks
Into empty
Eyes to search
For a spark,

It’s listening to the
Body and the void
To avoid pain

And fill the eyes
With stars
And satyrs

In front of which
We’re all equal.

No, life doesn’t start
Easily after.

No, Sodomy ain’t
A solution either,
Like wide eyes
Widened by morphine
To move muscles,

How precious
The mind is !

How fragile
Is the whole
Thing,

How powerless
We sometimes
Are,

Invaded by boredom
And disease.

 

 

K.B

 

 

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