when did we stop to matter we did not stop to matter we never mattered at all penniless weavers stare blankly upon thread bare looms spinning gloomy yarns recollecting old wives tales through broken black teeth exchange wry sardonic smiles from far beyond a joke lame wit sidles past Buenaventura Durutti sports gaudy cheapo espadrilles twisted barbed wire & cold dark glasses
I do not fit in with anything today
just passing through with as little fuss,
the bare minimum. Today is not
a day dodging knives and barbs,
rolling under punches,
taking issue large and small,
crucial and otiose
No, today I shall be a rough sketch moving,
a fleshed out notion, a shadow of a familiar
I cannot be bothered to recall.
See, it works – I tried to recall.
It is good to talk when no one’s listening,
just pretending, no revealed or hidden agendas,
no issues to take account of. Hassle free.
Grimbeau 