And The Five Elements Of Life

I Only Read the Introduction to Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil

I know I left my mind at the back of the queue:
our unrefined lack of taste in truth.

Back dated culture and insincere concern,
not something your mind can learn.
The manifest belief we’re wrong

to be ringing her memories;
even though I’d like to scratch behind her eyes.
I tried to muster the energy to walk
but self-pride sticks to the roof
and arachibutyrophobia to boot!

I was born too early for modern apathy.
New ideas and cold fears,
blood drunk hung love,
and that cruel formation of another crush.

I’m scared of these blinking lights,
like the Rubik’s cube of life.
And I’m thinking of some way I can fit
conjecture into a line:
The little powdered nose of Christ.