when i was a kid
i wrote a short story
and others told me
that it is quite pathetic
and it seems that
still today my writing
is a pathetic
and there is nothing
i can do about it.

i do not want nothing
ich möchte nicht nichts
non voglio niente
δεν θέλω τίποτα
ne želim ništa

one of the greatest
magical events in our lives
is when everything
becomes
an unimaginable nothing

if i do nothing all day
or i am an asshole all day
and i write at least one poem
and publish it online
then i believe
it was a good day

being born perfect
with nothing to change
is an unfortunate disability

sometimes
i just eat all of it
and leave nothing for kids

there is nothing better
for figuring out life
than a bit of a random
chest pain and shortness of breath

for hours and hours
every day
i am looking at
art
films
facades
apps
advertising
news
and nothing happens

i will not
write a poem today.
i am not into it.
i am bored to do it.
it feels like a chore.
my head is empty
and i have nothing to share.
maybe tomorrow
i will write one
but, sorry,
today there are
no new poems.

there are these people
who can do so little
and yet what they do
is so powerful
and meaningful
and fresh

and then
there are these people
who want to be
like these other people
but just can not cut it

and they spend
unbelievable amounts of energy
to achieve
absolutely nothing

and their whole lives
amount to shit and piss they excreted
and nothing else