Kierkegaard (a poem)

He demands I will myself to do The Good –

why do I read this?

his words are dense, archaic

on a blue-light screen

they seem

pointless in today’s age

this sorrowful, skinny man

begs me from long ago

but he softens my edges

takes me away from

today’s wild world

people sell me things

I don’t need

but I buy anyway

five bucks down interweb drains

my brain

on Kierkegaard

(Photo is Soren Kierkegaard in the coffee-house, Source: Wikimedia Commons)


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