against decay

And it’s never what you hope it is

It always disappoints

All the birds have flown away

and the stars have gone to sleep

You were always just a minute late

too unaware to realize 

the time that clocked you in the face

What can one do against decay?

I build a castle at the beach

and piss on all its many bricks

So every brick belongs to me

in theory and practice

I clutch the sandy piss and pray

to builders and boulders

may they all agree to worship me

In poems yet to come