/lit/ - Literature

2001

We keep talking and singing and rhapsodizing about this human experience but nothing has changed at all

From East the Sun peeks in, but it is I who watches him.
Dear love, you cannot fool me with the ecstasy of dawn – it is colored with sin.
Gladiators in three piece suits leave their huts
And howl like wolves into the neurosis of day.
Laboring in oppressive heat, they wish
For opulent coffins of marble and diamond.
My air is conditioned, my hunger is drained.
My bones wish to know the worms in the dead earth.

But,
The people keep fucking,
and the Earth keeps getting heavier.

You and I crouch like cavemen –
Wring the fatigue from your eyes to feel alright.
After our feast of berries, buffalo, and Big Macs,
We sin, and in hushed voices tell tales at night.

Shantih Shantih Shantih