Poem: "A Position of Defeat 30"
30. A
Manifesto for Defeatism
in honor of Matthew Edison Bremer, aka
“Sean,” who had everything and took his life
we cannot
climb up to the sun
we cannot
sink deep in the earth
coming from
plenty or from dearth
we cannot
change one thing thats done
we cannot
separate love from lust
we cannot be
but drawn to power
cantering through
the hoops of hours
we cannot
stop us from being us
we buy the
world and we are bought
we sell the
lot and we are sold
everything
has its price in gold
every
thought that will be thought
the west
indies poet last night
invoked
dante and arnaut daniel
the servers
three handsome devils
tipped to
the salon full of whites
so tall and
beautiful was one
i lost all
interest in the voice
going on
about chiasmus
and longed
to fuck him in the kitchen
he was far
too professional
to mix
together work and fun
the poet
going on about puns
had no
qualms about being on call
the good we
do produces evil
the evil
good despite intent
the web
delivers discontent
to the
licentious and the lethal
against the
will to kill oneself
the agencies
have no defence
we cannot
stop lifes offence
life cannot
comprehend death
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