04/07/20 Rules for Writing a Manifesto
What if I run out of words?
My last few assumptions of you
frayed at the ends,
neglected by the absence of contact.
I mean,
nature is beautiful –
the quiet has secrets to tell us,
but who are you?
Even the news has fallen predictable and dull; politics,
a rehashing of the same seven stories
from literature.
Maybe I’ll dig a whole then,
plan a garden,
water my garage,
order a joystick on line
and try to play with the moon.
I know, everything is nonsense
without a proper enemy;
words are tension,
fiction,
heat;
every manifesto
is just an attempt at a fire
and the laughter
of a wily wind.