Kim Kardashian's Ass

 

Ebbe (Diptychon) - Low Tide (Diptych) 90 x 30 cm acrylic/spray paint/ink on canvas

KIM KARDASHIAN’S ASS

A thief put a knife

to my throat and said

give me everything you got.

I emptied my pockets and out fell a volume of Shakespeare.

Then some essays by Schopenhauer.

He stabbed me, I think, not so much

for my taste in reading matter

as for the all too voluminous proof

that I read at all. Read too much.

Read as if in defiance of the world, its lousy zero-sum options.

The wound wasn’t as deep as the Grand Canyon

nor as broad as Kim Kardashian’s ass

but look for me tomorrow and you will find

this promiscuous reader and epicurean

anarchist, and all that that entails,

in a world of pain.

To say how much we know

is to admit nothing

but we do know someone’s coming for us  

in the Swedish dark coming fast

and nobody seems to know when

and we never know why, just as we never know

why good fish tastes like chicken, but there you are

or why I am standing on a sidewalk

in what appears to be Dallas, Texas

at four in the morning a knife sticking out of me. But here I am.