LIfE is Gut
““All rise——Send in the clown!””
It’s inhumane to be human
Bumping around in crazy circles
In the dark in the dark
Collect tears of joy
From a dangling broken glass
Firmly glued on the wall
Bygone days gone by
They were never here
To which that was settled still
There’s a crown on the air
Made of scattered flesh
Fragments of mild illusion
Melted homemade tragedy
Cottage mildew economy
Consider it would suffice
The last man standing pulls a hit
Made of straw made of straw
Free bleeding on Valhalla floor
The man who was laughing
Self-perpetuating slaughter
The myth of everyday life
Too late to redress good day
Too early to redefine fare well
This ruin is just perfect
Never left a candle unattended
Some might fly by stealing a taste
Candied bittersweet
Elysian plain is...too plain
A paper plane is crushing
Edge of a cardboard box
Thoughtful is thoughtless
How human it is to be
Pretending to be human
10. 2020.
By Aran Meredith
I am not into human being; I am not into being human.
Image © Man Ray, Recording a waking dream seance session, Bureau of Surrealist Research, c. 1924.
*thumbnail image belongs to John Howe, “Baldur's Gate : The gates of Valhalla“.
