L’Étranger

still-life-l'etranger by Astrid Trügg

Way past midnight –

Need to connect.

Betwixt the mediocre

And the Never Again

The Anger

The Cry

The Why

My darling boy

My precious one

Will you be

L’Étranger, too?

I want to point to Conrad

Read Nabokov out loud…

So hard

So futile

So wrong

My darling boy

My precious one

Will you alight,

And get it right?

Chaos clings to me like ivy

Paralyses every urge

The wherefores

The wrongs

The cries

My darling boy

My precious one

Will you succeed

To break the spell?

Lowliness and schemes

Gorge on the backbone

I weaken

I lose

I quit

My darling boy

My precious one

Will you asphyxiate

Your talent, too?

Ent-täuschung; Ent-zauberung

Zweifel und Zaudern

No salvation in the

Arms of La Bohème

Mauled by Amoebas

Their tunnel vision versus

My kaleidoscopic eyes

From the histrionic mistress

Back to the lawfully wedded wife:

To Socratic Discourse

Of Our Wretched Time

My darling boy

My precious one

Will you conquer

Its rotten heart for me?

One finger in ten -

Saved by the Dell.