I’ve spent too much time
in enemy territory
where new rules of life
were:
L-IE to the core!
A-BUSE with every word!
M-ISUSE each machine!
E-RUPT
any conflict you encounter
in the abundant surge of knowledge
from a nursing school covered in shame
of your Italian tragic case
only reminiscent of a Greek tragedy
in your historic togas from centuries ago
never updated, only with the same knife
paving the way
on the morbid corpses, instead
of the proscaenium in the theatre
– a place where you can be exclusively
ashamed of the main stage
happening in reality
as if time never stopped
in your murderous world
setting a target
on my humble figure
A-llowing them to
C-reate
T-ransitional points of view
O-bjecting everything I say
R-eturning it to a place where
S-hift may occur at any time
in nonsensical circumstances around
not fitting any truth
but who give a damn about it still?!
*
To A. C.’s crowd
*
August – September 2021
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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