the Universe
on occasion
needs to realize the limits
of humankind’s existence.
the drunk who calls his girlfriend
a cunt
is still getting the same horoscope
as you or i:
“today you may die,
but if you don’t,
the cosmos is on your side.”
what is that turning point?
giving her one about
moving on.
//wd 12.11.2025
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the smitten
are only going to give you
as much grace as they can.
nothing waits forever
unless you work across from them
often turning one-hundred-and-eighty-degrees
in their direction
not for them –
it’s just part of your job description;
accidentally break
at the same time as them,
back-and-forth, braiding one another between
the sink and the toaster oven.
some days,
most without even trying,
i take the easy way out:
i get stuck in my thoughts
and spin out of control
not even paying attention
and soon i’m on my knees in the kitchen
hunched over
trying to differentiate between months-old droppings
and fragments of plastic cheese
from the bag of Tex-Mex i just dropped on the floor
because i would rather simply be
trying to do nothing at all just
laying on the couch but
thinking,
dreaming,
praying of being somewhere else,
anywhere,
in another dimension, off there somewhere
where exists what could have happened –
theory of a daskeman 