I hate saturdays
Saturdays are just
a reminder of how much
of nothing I am
I love the quietness
and I hate that I love it
My love for the quietness
is the reason I have
all this nothingness
I’m not moving
I’m just withering
I’m a leaf
hanging on to a branch
in late autumn
I will never find
what saturdays can bring
I will die alone
on a monday morning
A day like any other
A nothing day
for a nothing life


The pink and cool jacket

I’ve tried countless times to write a poem that describes the feeling of losing you to death
It just can’t be done
How can more than a decade of friendship be summarized like that
All I can say is that I miss you
I sleep beside your pink and cool jacket every night
I keep it by my side in the day
I wish my time could come sooner
Maybe we could meet then

Two doves, part one

It’s night
Two doves are sleeping on the branch of the tree just outside my window
It’s the very beginning of spring
so there’s no leaves on the tree yet
The street lights light up the asphalt below
The two doves look like two shadows
with their heads down,
sleeping within the safety of each other
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long, long time
They give me some hope

The people on the morning train

The morning train is full of normal people
They smell like all kinds of perfume
But their perfumes all say one thing;
“I’m professional”
These people have normal jobs
They have families and hobbies
When I was little,
I expected to be one of them
That was the future that was portrayed for me
I would be a part of society
“What the fuck?” said society. “You’re not quite normal. Time to fuck you up.”
“Great,” I said. “I’ll turn it into a funny book. Maybe that’ll get me rich enough to circumvent you.”

Legal addictions

Legal addictions are the ones profitable to companies
It’s an investment for a growing economy and therefore “happiness”
It’s all fine, it’s ok
As long as you hit your deadlines and pay the shipping costs
If your addiction takes you down there’s a problem
A money problem
Disguised as a moral problem
If it makes you a bad worker and consumer it’s a sin more severe than all the seven
That’s why, if you have such an addiction, you are not helped but doomed

Why am I alive?

I want to do nothing
To do that I need money
To get money I need to work
To get good money I need good work
To get good work I need good education
To get good education I need to study
All I wanted to do was nothing
Steel against the temple is a quicker way to achieve that goal than all this other shit
How the fuck have I not done it yet?
How am I holding on? And why?