THE MASTER OF BANALITY

Under all this dirt

The floor is really clean

This soup doesn’t have much taste

The light of the sky must be

Filling the caves by the sea

Into how small a space

The word judgment can be compressed

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I still have a lot to learn

I still have a lot to teach

I still have a lot to learn

I still…

 

The whisky doesn’t taste

Like a whisky taste

I saw my dog eating

The body of a raccoon

I saw the head of the raccoon

Under the snow

I get up out of bed

In the night

 

 

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

I want to be a master

But I am not a master

 

I still have a lot to learn

I still have a lot to teach

I still have a lot to learn

I still…