I am Jack’s unrepenting rage.
Jack is a hack
And I’m through acting on his stage.
I
I am Jack’s revolted astuteness.
Without me
Jack would be clueless.
I
I am Jack’s weakened
The cat sat on the mat.
And doing so he started athinking,
Pondering and wondering:
„Why did he have to be a cat?”
He saw no logic in that.
A tiger he wanted to be,
To roam wild and be
Lakes of tar beneath my feet,
Blazing lights cutting the sky.
While I see my willow weep,
In my mind I want to die.
I am carried by the wind,
Feel and taste are distant past.
No more
BR