Bad poetry in a tram

these past couple of weeks i have been sleeping less than soundly. here's what i wrote on my way to work this week:

there was a smell of conserved wino in the tram
it felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my lungs
and, as the pressure spread, my head.
the couple of hours of sleep that i got last night
told their own oppressive story
about a time when there wasn't enough oxygen
and our beloved technology
would have lost its usefulness
what a great beginning for a sunny week


at times
depending on the situation, of course
no medication
seems like the wrong dosage for me

then again
often it seems that the whole fucking town
was on totally wrong kinds of remedies

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good night
------" "------
good morning
-------" "---------
there's still some coffee left for you
thanks honey

primates have learnt to eat meat
with varying successes
primates have learnt
to live without a herd or family
with varying successes

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after we have consumed all
this world has to offer
disappeared into our impossibility
the wolves and lions won't be
roaming our concrete and steel canyons
families of monkeys won't inhabit our flats
that would otherwise offer them billions of caves
to take shelter in
nope
life has to begin again
from simpler forms
beetles, cockroaches, rats, bushes, spiders
only then can the world begin to repair
the hole we'll have left

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i sleep at my home
in my dream i sleep at home
i wake up
about a dozen people
are sleeping or half-awake in my room
fully dressed, as opposed to me
some of them are conversing in subdued tones
i wake up
cold
grab a t shirt
"surf instructor"
the people gradually disappear
i´m wondering whether they took something with them
later at night when they return
i forget to ask

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do what you gotta do
really
do what you must

in one way or other
we're all here
searching for our fortune
happiness
balance
place in the world
pillow to think of as home
and just like those things flee from us
we sometimes have to run
into the darkness, after them
so do what you gotta do

that's it. living alone doesn't do me any good to be honest. time to fetch some coffee.

t.. / polyfonken