Only violins

I get up from my desk
and at my own risk
go on a boat or a plane –
when you become too lame –
I go far away (very easy)
from your metaphysics
of inane boredom
through the corridors
of the constant catastrophe –
like an apostrophe
of the generation
(told me Leishu)
younger then Jesus –
I don’t need any visas
since we all go
(high and low)
to the remote islands.
There’s no violence –
only violins.


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