It is the same life over five decades
I am dealing with
mess
forced into pinky
wobbly mass inside the skull
thank God I kept changing arrangements
territories
superstitions
real and digital women to dreams
conspiracies
burning houses to desires
countries
waterfalls to darkness in ammo clips and traffic signs shut dead through the temple and heart
streets opening to hell on collapsable Earth
where they gave us drugs for freedom
porn for virginity
war for entertainment
through the thick and thin global disease
of meaningless
I am so lucky I make sense of error codes
escape routes
one-night-stands to sugar mornings
wild eye in the sky couldn’t care less for the paths of my brain
understand words I made of spring clay and rainfall
after life summary will only say
this Polack kid
fucked the criminal governments
to his grave
no matter what choices are made
it will all end in one place
and he read it in his broken DNA
that sculpted the smile on his face
others confused for madness