Grammar of life


The Death itself had
nothing against us
and yet
we try to cheat it
each and every day

and the life is pointless
and meaningless when
you live like nothing
at all

they say that life is just
a stroll around the lips
of the grave

that is not quite
accurate

because
we die every day
little by little
piece by piece

we can’t do anything
to stop it

the days are coming
like the ugliest of fish
caught by us

we just carry on
with the trivial and dumb
pointless stuff
without noticing that
our life has already gone
away

our faces looking at the sun
hoping for a miracle
before the tiger comes and eats
our beating hearts

and we know that is pointless
but we keep hoping
anyway.

some ….


you sit under the dead tree
you sit under the bled sky
you sit under this flaming
useless sun

you sit in this shithouse
that we call world

and the roses are red
and dogs are cold dead
in the back yard
one open beer bottle
and you curse this life

the neighbor lady yells at you
and waves her fat sweaty arms
screaming at the world and you
Stop this loud music
Throw your garbage
Pick up these bottles from the lawn

and she is mad at everything
and you don’t care
because you know
that
now
is too late for you
for her

and for anything else
in this unbearable
place.