everything sucks pt. 2

a very quick whipped up assignment for a lit class. it is supposed to be about the wizened youth in the book by night in Chile. I suggest it to anyone who likes Chilean culture, postmodernism leitmotivs about falcons and pigeon s**t and for people who don

This hardened soul that I bestow upon you
You is not me, for my head is turned around, watching hair fly
Physical moving, the only way to leave guilty goals on someone else’s doorstep
Physical moving, the one way to attempt to rid myself of my
endlessly overflowing coffee cup
I give you the way of life I could have chosen
Maybe if I run far and fast enough I’ll completely disappear and float somewhere
Never having to write deliciously bitter poetry that might
(hopefully) move push and shove people to create this change
that I regretfully am not used to
this is not me, I trust you can tell

Or I can float and read books with pages that disintegrate
I know it all by heart
The problems are so many that thinking about them
Make my windpipe constrict so it’s better
To just not think about it
This is me, I hope you can tell

it likes to hang on to tightropes by its hands because
the feeling of holding onto something makes all the difference
in a life that consists of old books and sleep
I would never get my hands dirty
Like it does

Can it really think that it is an act of mastery?
I am the one that controls everything!
Words cleanse all misunderstanding
This is me, I pray you can tell

And he whispers in my ear
it's a trap, we're in a trap and the sky
is not really blue
so where are we running to?