These
crazy days
replace
The
good old days
that never existed
nostalgia
is the boogeyman, the monster under the bed,
the
faceless woman standing outside your window at midnight—
it’s what we see
when we’ve spent
hours
and
hours
staring into
Nothing
truth
and memory
melt
under the sun
that
never seems to set
on
this empire of demons
what
is there to remember if your only memory
is
one you’re forced to never forget
there’s
no use in recalling what hasn’t left your mind
it’s
like looking for a pair of glasses
that’s
already propped up on your head
It makes you feel stupid.
And that’s exactly the
point.
every
year the same tale, the same slogan, the same warning
the
same rhetoric, the same fiery voice, the same fire
banner
after banner in every corner, on every street
spouting
allegiance to the flag of blood and bones
sure,
you can’t forget what you don’t know
but
with that stupid smartphone and that internet connection
you
have no fucking excuse
the
ninth moon
is
here to illuminate the red sky
a
bull can’t ignore red
it
can only charge
but
this is not the end
history
is no rock
that
can’t be thrown at the brittle walls of
Today
demands
to remember come in waves
violent
waves thrashing against each other
Remember!
they said, Remember! the others said
So
which one should it be??? Which one is it???
you
can’t remember what you don’t know
but
you can ask, you can look
into
that puddle of truth and memory
and
tell me what you see
go
on, take a look & be on the right side of
remembrance
you
know what I mean?
These
crazy days
replace
The
crazy days
that brought us here.