Julian ’84

I don’t give a fuck

I am standing still 

on my mountain while you all

bang at my door like broken toys

ringing the bell below, and the noise rattles my peace

nobody helped me

so I hope you also

have to do it for yourself

from your fetal position decomposition 

Assessing the whole thing

from within

and matching it to the external facts

without deferring to makeshift “gods”

or tinfoil priests 

or social subtitles, footnotes, critiques

dumbing things down

explaining what meaning means

losing it all —

shake a stick with dying green leaves

on a fresh, wet walk day —

come alive with the flowers

(at the end of the day

I have nothing to promote — there IS NOTHING

to promote — that’s the beauty of it all)