I Don't Like Shit

I don't like shit

It adores me

As soon as I go

to a new day

it follows me

I curse it

I chase it

It doesn't help

I will never leave you

I passionately love you

It says to me

I don't like shit

It adores me

Simply

Simple day is today

I am simply thinking about nothing

I am simply avoiding people

I am simply sitting under the simple tree

I am simply looking at the sea

It's simply now all what I need

Enough?

It was a little

It was everything

we needed

It was everything

anyone would need

It was enough

It was

Grow Little Tree

Grow

Little tree

Grow

If I have ever

seen the hope

she is you

If I have ever

seen an angel

he is you

If there is

any salvation

it is you

Grow

Little tree

Grow

Maybe It's Not All

You kill your dreams

with the dense fume

You give yourself

to the deepest oldness

You wear the hat

of the creepy sadness

You call for death

It doesn't come

Speak to life

Maybe it still has

something to say

Not Even Poetry

Nor medication

Nor nutrition

Nor recreation

Nor kiss of a child

Nor words of parents

Nor hug of an angel

Nor hot drinks

Nor spring parks

Not even poetry

can soothe this

turbulent soul

I Write

This is it

what is important

this moment

in which I write

even if it is

just for a while

that I still breathe

this is the sign