OTHER NEWS
An urban environment, a bike ride
someone drives off a pontoon into the river, dies
you tell him what you saw
was it an accident
you speak about the ease of the word fate
you speak about the situation at home, the love for a man
the send-off prepared in spite of equipment, i.e.: money, child and goods
you can already remember tomorrow’s photograph in the ‘Harbour News’,
saturated, bloated beyond recognition
you ask your son what he makes of it
is it male or female, he asks, a bin bag
a small bathtub, a Lilo, a shop-window dummy
he sees an awful lot, but what is it, he wants to know
you cherish the intimacy
You point at what looks like steering wheel, finger, rope
you speak about how death can take you by surprise
you speak about your son’s sloppiness
now he’s gone and lost his watch,
on Thursday it was his leather jacket
as if you don’t care about material things, you say
he smiles, strokes your cheek
giving scope to a religious matter
you speak about the desire for subjugation
you want a ride without a driver, fully automatic
you say you’re not sure who actually is pulling the strings
you speak up about the incessant smoking
that you’re just mucking about, that you wish it’d end differently
a successful attempt requires a certain expertise, you say
the willingness to go far