we want what we can't
have
and then
we want
some more
how to know
what is
inside
and
outside
the cave?
authentic
and sincere
in the dingy
rubbish-filled
streets and splattered
toilets or the wonderfully satisfactory
voodo uproars drooling
bones with a groan yes
even the earth
has orgasms
lying in the metro slumped against egg
cartoons
what is the point of living
except to have
no fixed point
the only way to come
to grips
with meaning
is to live more