Today I’m going to write a sober poem

Call things by their names, name a poet: Confucius

Yes, not

confused. Confused?

 

But as I said, today I didn’t drink.

It’s true that

Israel is fighting the Hamas, and some planes have crashed.

That’s for sure.

 

And today was one of those in which I said no to a girl.

A simple girl that cried and was about to breaking my heart.

But I was the one who broke a heart. Today I abandoned a girl in exchange of a safer life.

Today I chose security. Am I sorry about that?

 

But let’s talk about the word “today”. Let’s take some advantage from the fact of being sober.

As you know, today had 24 hours and countable minutes and seconds. Today had a sunrise and a sunset. Somewhere it rained. People ate and drunk and peed. Animals too, that’s for sure.

Today had its date on a few different calendars, and its proper moon, as it’s proper for every day.

Today had its alpha and its omega. Yes, today began and finished. Smart people wrote poems and the rest of us simply breathed, and did all the other ordinary things I mentioned before. Etc. etc.

 

In fact, we know many things about today.

 

But one can ask: is there something special about today?

And then all the selves that populate this planet take their sit:

Today I married. Today my father died. Today I got a job. Today I fucked my shoulder. Today I wrote a poem… Well, it doesn’t really matter.

 

I DON’T GIVE A DAMN.

 

What matters is this sober poem in homage to the innocent victims of WAR.

A sober war

bien sûr

qu’il y a…