forty-second

Филипп Ордынец
one day you get
up from bed
just to realize
you're too old.
too old for shoelaces
wars
groceries
music
cheap whores;
too old for
a bunch of idiots
who jam their lifes
up each other's asses;
too old to fuck
and to be fucked.
too old for happiness
pain
booze
disorder
sophistication;
too old for almost
everything
you have
that is now having
you instead.

and then you
pull up the shades
to let it into
your soul
into your
dead eyes
into your voice;
and you laugh
like a spider

crazy silent laugh
of despair.

11\01\13, 8:52 AM