Selfless Is More (1) Poem by Marc Hurkmans

Selfless Is More (1)



Dust piling up
in corners

Being thrown from one corner
of the living room to the other

Trying to find a deeper meaning
in the humming of the fridge

As not even the loudest music can
fulfil this silence in my heart

Does man have a self,
if so, my self has me

My self has me
by the balls

Which means I’m having sex after all

With the one who loves and who hates me the most

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