europe
From "the altruistic ending"
Here I sit, swallowing the effervescent flow of the open night
I watch too many movies and my constant wallowing does nothing for me any longer
Europe goes and goes before me eyes
van Gogh stares at me
Versailles passes by
the Venus de Milo has no hands with which
to get me off and the brutal sun has set with endless arms
my dreams feel like colorless hallucinations
and a cleaver cuts through and through the back of my thoughtless skull
I am an abstract painting walking past these sorry walls
light cuts through the trees
I am an abstract painter cast before a simple room
the Mona Lisa doesn’t smile and I can’t get a picture of her so I rub my hands by German fires
beneath a blank horizon
in a blur a man rolls down a scattered road
down which a naked woman sits under far too high-reaching trees
she barely touches her impression face and again the screen goes blank
I watch too many movies
I almost forget why I came into my room
I remember again and take a pillow back to where I lay
