SIMPLE MAN
Broken by the exhausting promise of desire,
the simple man has opened another wine bottle
as he listens to an old jazz record:
smoke and white walls, temperature rising,
thoughts dancing in the hot air.
The simple man is such an interesting sight to see,
hands in his pockets, bare feet, torn shirt, dirty pants,
books all around him, empty bottles, cigarette butts,
blood stains on the floor, countless sheets of paper,
artificial echoes of a natural voice, irrational thoughts
turned into logical verses--such chaotic density.
He dances alone with his multiple shadows,
utters incompressible lines, rapes the syntax of the
English language, deconstructs linguistic approximations
to the concreteness of living, travels unconsciously
to his destiny as he drinks yet another glass of wine.
Such is the density of a simple man.
the simple man has opened another wine bottle
as he listens to an old jazz record:
smoke and white walls, temperature rising,
thoughts dancing in the hot air.
The simple man is such an interesting sight to see,
hands in his pockets, bare feet, torn shirt, dirty pants,
books all around him, empty bottles, cigarette butts,
blood stains on the floor, countless sheets of paper,
artificial echoes of a natural voice, irrational thoughts
turned into logical verses--such chaotic density.
He dances alone with his multiple shadows,
utters incompressible lines, rapes the syntax of the
English language, deconstructs linguistic approximations
to the concreteness of living, travels unconsciously
to his destiny as he drinks yet another glass of wine.
Such is the density of a simple man.
Ernesto G.
