Was it Beckett who wrote

About the arbitrary chaos of life?

That man sure could pen-talk

Failing basic chit-chat, me

Goth Granny in glitzy lip gloss

Like a gamma ray burst

Taking billions of years

To see

The light

In this house-of-cards


As I stumble down a path

Far from capricious

More like destiny



Theatre of rigid scripts

That never change

Over and over again

I write

I say

Tell me

I’m trustworthy

I won’t laugh

I won’t sneer

Say it without fear

Let words waft into the aether…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Alberto Sughi, Café Painting