Aurochs to Zorra

Tirrivee

Tirrivee


I’m tired of you-all
and all the bullshit.
I won’t come back
to have you crap
upon my face.
Just face this fact:
I’ll write from here
what you will tire of reading.
I can’t stand your voices in my head.
Memories that will not call,
but wish me dead.
“Come back”, they laugh.
Just more shit …
I will not face or take again.
I’ll write in my own voice instead.
So go away. Or come. Stay.
It’s all the same sweet lies.
I lie around the house and pout,
Put out by lack of understanding
from those I left behind.
I tired of the shit you see.
Shit I ate each day at work, at home, at play.
The voices in my head, in glee,
“You ran away”, they laugh.
So call! Come over. Play with me.
But leave your shit at home.


© Kåre Enga

tirrivee: a tantrum