a poem by David McLean (2 of 2)

like Bataille

the sun goes down like Bataille, dying
laughing, he said, laughing at dying
and calling that religion, calling that
his nonsensical solar teleology --

because the sun does not give a fuck
where it goes, no more than a man should

© by David McLean

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #17 ~ September 2011    previous poem