Desire     

desire
like a thorn        
a thorn with a cunning smirk
lies somewhere down there
the unknown labyrinth
i call it 'unknown'
merely my own consolation
a mess
good for you
sacrifice
i knew it but i did it
involuntarily
not a volunteer
nobody will be, nor me myself
no time left for any evaluation
no energy left
futile
nothing just yields nothing
meaningless
manipulate
nobody can manipulate it
just contemplate it with your head slightly tilted
with your eyes flooded with nothingness
with your lips opened at ease, as if a cigarette is lingering there
no music suits this occasion 
for making the situation better or worse
stop that
close that
switch it off
a slight comes up eventually
afterwards
after cleaning up
afterwards





11.2001