Humatorihellidiculous

Trembling rainbow patterned shutter,
behind those layers of walls,
no air
those legs are on the footstool
might have belonged to me.
This is the silence of my choking
I know
understand
there should be little consistency
a solid hope cube that can be understood
a noise somewhere
yes, there should be pads from neighbourhoods
I should hear human burbles and the buzzing of cars
yelling of street walking
but nothing
just this sterile and rigid coffin
where I would be able to embalm myself
fussing to forget all my memories
without a reason.


There is warmth for three weeks.
Mediterranean Manchester
people seem to be pleased
their gradually sunny dying
they should be afraid of this
but they love boiling,
who cares?
shops and pubs are open
goods are a bit more expensive
so who cares?
They ate their own children
fool Saturns around me
enjoy this satiny decadence
I want to be a hermit
of course, I can't be
I wish
no more words about this humatorihellidiculous
just watching the closed shutter
I hide
behind walls
try to avoid
being too misanthropic.