Eggs salivate in the pan – and
all mistakes that remain are mine
THE WORLD IS ALL THAT IS THE CASE
is no materialist take –
I am condemned simply by not
having violence trapped in my name
as a deed weaves you to the state
as a wave talks upon the beach
At night I play videogames
at night the storm rolls over us
inside us in static, forget
it says, forget the world, and fear.
In the day I go to the car
which has cut us off from the past
through rhythm and distance, and dream
(in trying to claw some short rest)
of moments in videogames
where I could have performed better
these performances being real
(At least outlined like a series
of logical atoms.) The game
is all that is the case, and I
have made the world mine. Thus I pass
over everything in silence