sanama

I search for Vorteilspackungen

in supermarkets, admire them

put my trust in their quantity like

one would believe in saviours, if

it was dark enough to complain about the lack of light

––

Sliding through days on

autopilot, all the capacity

not used for concentrated tasks

The time (not in a utilitarian sense) will

come back as a severe case of kenophobia

––

I bet this sluggish nihilism

has to do with all the mindless

wars I’m reading and dreaming about

Summer of love but

in the back of my head the years of

ruthless battles leading to a bunch of proud and wounded losers

––

And so I’m hoarding

too many expensive products

for the times of crisis or

pure boredom

synonyms of sorts, if considering 

my lust for a show, 

where the laughing track covers the narrative, leaving me passively confused