BUSINESS TIME
You sit close to her in a regional bus
you break the white chocolate
a truck with lettering passes
on the cold white wall
your common sense scratches
“wholesale trade for profit”
everybody already knows
but a searching command distresses them
FALSE AIR &
CHOCOLATE!
That moment before I put my pants on!
Standing here
In my underwear
Getting a bit angry
About things that
Don't really matter
Or even exist for
That matter,
And I think
What does it matter?
What is the matter?
Is it the matter
That we are all
Made up of?
Is that the matter
That actually matters
At all?
I am unsure.
As I was never quite good
in high school science class
And having quit my university
Philosophy classes
After just a month.
I mean who can handle
Existentialism at nine
In the morning.
I am still
Standing here
In my underwear
And I am
Still a bit upset
But know now
That the matter fucking
With the grey matter
Of my mind
Does not actually
Matter at all.
Curiosity test!
On the left a cheap almond pasted cake
on the right a cup of black coffee with sugar
I put four points on paper
calling it a house
calling it a newspaper
draw a circle between these points
a girl cycles beyond the house
looks at the house
behind her a photographer cycles
he doesn’t look
in the room it smells of giraffe
on the floor a CD by Snow Patrol
on the floor a lolly of tallow
the UFO light is out
the birds stay in their cages
a short conversation about the advantage
of extra long screwdrivers
what else do you care about?