One Thing to Rely on


Every day is like a big joke.

switch through channels:
a ludicrous phantom of the real
a ludicrous segment of the real
lift limbs, walk up this or that path
suck in another shadow of the real
a shake of the head,
hair distorting the view
take another step and look up
try to learn how to laugh today.

Every stage every shot every set
of your own life
is like a big joke
frowning noisily instead of laughing,
scaring the animals away
soap dispensers with motion detectors!
the great machinery of the human mind
the great machinery of a big bowl full
with the same old joke. Every day the same
joke. Try and learn to laugh somehow.

Today I made it all disappear but scared
by accident myself away. Not so much
by mishap. It’s a tragedy, a bummer
to scare yourself away like that
day after day.

One problem is they want to make you
laugh constantly
but you’re free enough
to choose to cry.
One problem is they want to make you
cry constantly
but you’re free enough
to choose to get by.

Sweep the strains away,
select a mass,
focus on their grim faces
their shut stare.
Then detect a smirk, smell air
from deep down pushed to the surface
a shuttering groan of
WAHAHAHAAA and oh, MAN!

Gotta shake that head frantically
every day because every day
is like a big joke. And since we discover
the growing density of history,
engrossing the human head every day,
sucked into a rotting perception of time,
we treasure every grin until
most of us may burst out, echoing
into the next day and the next day and
the next day.

Cologne, July 2011

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