not digging 

these people

who need

to dress

up for 

their beliefs

 

Funny thing is

you have to

keep blacking out

to wake up

and when you

don’t wake up

they throw a party

Most people live

too long for

their own good

The next day 

you’re dizzy soon

almost fainting

I'm a great writer

but I've written nothing

anyone wants to read 

good

as 

dead 

In Amsterdam we lived on Rooseveltlaan

in the Rivierenbuurt our courtyard

was a school’s playground the kids screamed

attacked each other I went to a hypnotist 

I’m afraid the plane will crash it won’t matter

Clinton was bombing Kosovo

it didn’t matter I walked to the Tollstraat

bought weed and drank tea the weather

was bad I didn’t notice

I was playing music writing poems

time was getting older the poems

and the songs were getting worse

eventually we moved to Koningsstraat

the people were artists the poems got worse

I didn’t play music we moved to Portugal

the people disappeared the weather was good

I noticed but the sun was hot

I didn’t write poems and I didn’t play

I kept going back to Amsterdam

everyone got older and nobody mattered

the weather was bad and I noticed