for Köln Concert

this is a wasteland

there is no one here i am alone

all the artists aren't artists

crying at home or into the skirt of someone reassuring them

or running a lucrative business

cleaning out old british retirees

that cannot result in art

i give no shit about -

and there lies a problem

for i cannot

not care

for others, this would be the title of one of my old poems gone nowhere

some kind of honest giving

a fake lazy -

there, now doing the same to myself

disrespecting something

again

because i am something, this is something, it's sunday night

the week has ended

days begin and end and they care a little

in between something happens