Projection

the red half of jack’s eye
stares at me as to a murderer
for watching quietly like a voyeur
at the nothingness behind

***

jack ... wake up you fucking old shit
your beard grew twice in a second
don’t ask me for apologies

look at you drunkard, I will bring you a mirror
to find yourself in the middle of this mess
that stinks like an expired fish tin

***

on the floor dust conquers “beyond good and evil”
a hardly distinguishable handwriting:

“and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee”