They say it's magic

Life with zero mileage

On the strings of letters
Writing music in words
Chanting, chanting
Newer worlds

I sew us, I sew you
On the tapestry of time

Amateur man, amateur woman
We are all amateurs at life

Some professional at living,
monks, mystics, poets
Some, but not too many

Most don’t have time
to answer the big questions
Busy as they were with the trivial:
What do we eat today?

This eternal adventure
where man is reduced to a hungry mouth

Amateur at life, amateur at death
In between the bip bip beeep
of a cardiac monitor
And 2 pouches of morphine with sugar

All they will say: coma
Technical term for a clean death
an a-moral death

Sickness was the culprit,
old age, a stroke,
Insipid death by clogged pipes
After insipid life
by always trying to fill-back the chequing account

Insipid life lived through a screen not bigger than your palm
Dreaming your life like a mirage
where you were what you could never be
Living by procuration

“How was your life?” will God ask

“Well, you know,
I was an industrial white chicken fed up with hormones,
I matured in 3 weeks instead of 3 months,
lived my life in the fury of action,
never took the time
to ask myself the right questions
I was running from them all my life,

had no time God,
had no time to think;

so I soothed my soul with illusions,
I was Maximus the Gladiator,
I hippy-happy-ed like Jagger,

Illusions over illusions to cover the sorrow of being a stranger to myself,

Pharrell Williams’ made me “happy” but inside i was bleeding with tears of loneliness,
I was electromagnetic joy
passed through wires…

and you know God,
I Rocco-ed in my imagination the asses the beauty queens of the universe,
lewd beauties that left me empty,
more empty each time,
so empty that I didn’t have enough ink
to write the only worthy word: love,

I had no time God… no time

Then, when the powers told me
it’s ok for them to murder innocents as long as they have the right passport or color,

i accepted that it’s ok for them to not protect children and teenagers and they have to protect billionaires instead,
I watched and passed by,

I had to catch the train,
the plane,
the rocket to Mars,

like the inept dream of a pdf-files-curiosus;
I had to go to a seminar,
to listen to billionaires in a TED Talk
explaining how you can arrive like them,

realised into money on the backs of the misery of everybody else,

how you can be a super runner in life,
living la vida loca,
having yachts and planes and homes
and full of empty homes,
full of empty cars,
full of food to send to the trash,

you know God,
these people have no time
for the hungry,
the poor,
the homeless,
the sick,

they have no time,
we have no time,
we have to run, run, run
until we also can catch a yacht and a house
and live la vida loca,

totally forgetting this world,
your world God,
that’s why we want all to be rich,
to escape from it,

your world is pain and misery,
we build skyscrapers
so we are sleeping as far as possible
from the street,
the ground zero of hell,

where people lie in their vomit
with a syringe in their arm,

no God,
we want to be rich,
have the penthouse,
from there, suffering seems to be small like an ant,
who cares about ants?

Oh God, you gave life to us,
but we didn’t have the courage to live it,
the courage comes from us,
we didn’t have the courage
to reach the sea like little turtles.

You gave the life,
and instead of living it through our heart,
we did everything to numb our senses.

He didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, didn’t fuck,
paid his taxes,
he passed through life without any sound
like a thief in a train station,
nobody ever heard the sound of his fart.

Amateur from birth,
never reborn into a professional,
living the life without a scar,
like a new car with zero mileage
thrown by the compactor in the junkyard.