Thursday, 24 March 2016

poetic fragments op. 46

Dinner’s ready!

How many times on earth
Have I heard these words for me?
I’ve tried to count.
And I stopped soon.
The number is
Nearly that of my life days.

54 years 8 months

Namely 19971 days

It will come to 20000 days soon.
20000-times dinner’s ready: it’s so great.

And 19971 days

Those things, these things, such things:
They have happened in the days.
That person, that girl, that guy,
That rascal, that idiot:
They have been somewhere in the number.

Yet only without me.

I’ve not responded yet
To almost 20000 callings.
Because I’m always someone else
In my dreams.

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