Nietzche
Bluelighter
She knew the death was coming
That’s what made it all the harder
She brought no comfort to me at night
And sleep bore the brunt of her calamities
If language is the carnival of reality
Please read the last rights
In the hall of mirrors
On her behalf
These linguistic pretensions reek of
Sincerity(?)
And I
The writer
The speaker
Spread the plague of halitosis
To a new generations of hosts
And yet I must ask
Boldly
Over the ringing of the bells
Only I can hear
Will history relegate me to a
5 ½ minute hallway
haunted
by dead, white, male subject positions?
Just another ball
Shot from the canon
That fell short of Plato’s castle?
Just
An other
Forcibly detained by dreams?
That’s what made it all the harder
She brought no comfort to me at night
And sleep bore the brunt of her calamities
If language is the carnival of reality
Please read the last rights
In the hall of mirrors
On her behalf
These linguistic pretensions reek of
Sincerity(?)
And I
The writer
The speaker
Spread the plague of halitosis
To a new generations of hosts
And yet I must ask
Boldly
Over the ringing of the bells
Only I can hear
Will history relegate me to a
5 ½ minute hallway
haunted
by dead, white, male subject positions?
Just another ball
Shot from the canon
That fell short of Plato’s castle?
Just
An other
Forcibly detained by dreams?
(as usual)