on passive and active nihilism (enigma is silence)

another go round:

nothing to be done

/

everything to be done.

hitler wore his stash like feder, i'm certain now it wasn't the other way around.

a man had once told him
that hieddeger held the key to democracy
but nobody would listen
because of the specter of national socialism.

               when was the last time you thought about suicide?
      when was the first?
if you think about it every day are you limiting your possibilities?
how do you not?

"when the why finds no answer"
seems to me to be a true preposition 

if only you could find the thing
that would make it all make sense:
is there a piece of popular literature for you?


nfp doesn't make it make sense.
but we don't make it make sense.
because it doesn't.
(we don't report the facts either)


have you ever worried that maybe you like them too young?
ever felt the squirm of a six year old on your lap?
do you struggle with where you've stuck it?
or do you prefer to be dominated?
or is your getting hard more chaotic?
can you go to the zoo or is mtv safer?


he woke up forgetting,
but soon remembered.
how often do you wish
for tomorrow?


last night, in the summer thunderstorm, i walked into the street without shoes on my feet.  my pants soaked cold and clinging to my ankles. lightning seemed caged and far off, like movie effects.  was the rain everywhere or just over these few houses?  the light from my neighbor's porch reflected on the slick pavement, surely the postmodern Sirens.  drawn to the middle of the road, i waited for a car to come whizzing by.






when i think breathe
i also think why









there is no point in trying:
you are nature.
release control.