Suffering

Suffering is evenly spread

Like butter on toast

You can't scrape it off

It soaks in and it

Changes the texture

Whether you're 

In Algeria, Barbados

Or Costa del Sol

Suffering pervades

Like the rays of the sun

Whether a doctor,

Labourer or artist,

The deathbed is waiting

The worms are salivating

And they're evenly spread

Loss

Too many things are lost in life

Who can one blame?

Loss is the price for
life in the kenoma

The pool is cold and empty
Particles are rearranged

Nothing is ever new

And nothing is really
lost but the forms
that you cling to

No deal

The world has nothing

To offer, except more of itself

The same old shit 

Dressed up different

In order to fool people

That it's worth tying

Themselves into knots over

The world is never worth that

Dreams have nothing to offer

Ambition has nothing to offer

Love has nothing to offer

Except more of itself

The same old shit

Dressed up different

dust

every single thing

you do is worthless

every word you speak

is insubstantial

all the days
of your past

are compressed

into a bomb

of dust

the dust that
renders silence

who can reprove you now?

egg

That oval, sitting there,
not quite
in touch with the ground

Knowing, not knowing

there's a crack in the shell

The past just slides
off me like water

thingimajig

The thing you can't describe

An emptiness you can't name

Your own painful

Heaven

It sloughs off
into ever lighter
Versions

Leave your daily hell behind