Little pills of life
That kill the little death
Floating around inside of me.
I hate them.
I need them.
They take away the quality of my life
While giving me quantity of life.
They keep me healthy.
They make me sick.
They are the eternal balance:
Good and Evil
Right and Wrong
Life and Death.
© John Nooney 2014
At my window, I can see life and death
Life; when I look far away
Death; if I look too close (to my nose)
I don’t like to look through a window too often
It reminds me too much of one of the panes of a glass cage
Breaking them is more fun
For under a second, there’s this beautiful cloud
I don’t breathe anymore
I watch with my eyes half-closed
It’s neither life nor death
Only a magical suspension flash
Similar to an orgasm
And after the glass dust has settled
I breathe again and it’s calm
I can hear a fly at a good distance;
One that has not yet succumbed to an honey trap
Then, after a short refractory period, I can also crush the bigger pieces left on the ground
That’s how I compose music out of life and death