nothing matters. and NOTHING

will take that from me, so bend your rod and point your stick

and twirl your fucking desert umbrella

(the oxymorons will kill me, I swear)

but it's not gonna matter. whatever you say

and my bitterness, well, it may just sting.

.

but hey!

conversation will flow around the floating cadavers

and our eyes will slid over the condos on the skyline

don't worry about me

I might be ok

.

it's like something's torn but I'm too tired to care

and my lines are too long and my words are too short

AND THE WORLD JUST KEEPS ON SPINNING!

things that used to worry me yesterday and will do so again tomorrow

are for once cleared of suspicion. Huh.

for when you are supposed to be asleep things come clearer

and harsher… but be that as it may

.

forever and so on

because I'm going to sleep to forget this day.