Untitled performance, tom raijmakers

Untitled performance

Like a fine wine
at which feast
we dine
among the riches
filthy riches
wretched finds

among heaps
and heaps of
feinted comfort
to come fort
as a champion
of gentle concepts

except for bliss
which is
in it self
a mere whiff
of reality

for the real me
has no time
for timeless
for whoever said
that good

comes to those
who wait
as the weight
of the world
weighs us

in ways
beyond measure
as we
pressure ourselves
to perform

outside of
the norm
to distance ourselves
from the herd
the insomniac sheep
sleepless from
the thought that

some day
after ages of
a misfit
give a truer