False
world.
By
Bo Jakobsen.
A
lukewarm attitude, an assumed smile.
A
proud painter with an ugly picture, smiling smugly.
The
audience nods intellectually and laughing inside.
A
clay lump that first becomes art in the right hands.
The
angry lover forget the love of a jealousy
padded
cell and think man can be owned.
Do
you simulate your feelings in full consciousness?
Why
can`t I feel your words when you
show
me your love?
Can
hear my voice in my head as I was talking under water.
Uncomfortable
small and weak. A breath of death. Uncritical introjections,
when
I am only a guest in your heart and never enters where your blood streams.
In
the absence of better, we share our tongues and bodies.
Reflecting
each other's duplicity.
Watching
a lukewarm attitude and an assumed love.
As
boring as time with poems, with rhymes in the end.
I
become one of the painter's audience
and
give him all my disinterest with a smile.
From
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