the mUsje

THURSDAY 1 JULI 2010

THE MUSJE

it is
when
all I
am is
what wants out

with all I can
forgetting myself
on the brink
careful
thinking to everything
just busy
with what wants out

sometimes
rarely
I see I made
a picture of

the musje

I thought yesterday
I made the musje
but that can not
it is an image
because it does not move
it always remains so

yet I know
how it moves

it is
a painting
a story
a laugh

I think
everyone has
a musje
inside

in children
and drunkards
it is often
on their lip