www.sem

No love, no one
No none, no hundred
No kindness, no cruelty
No longing, no one
No now, no past
No future, no present
No memory
I’m www.sem
I’m www.sem

No yes, no no
No folk, not even two
No tone, no sound
No lipstick, no booze
No fun, no mercy
No powder, no tantrum
No beans, no rice
No roof, no ground

And the w of w of w plugged in
And in this made-up game
I’m left without a point

No love, no one
No Rimbaud, no hundred
No cheese, no rat
No kiss, no Lacan
No Freud, no morning
No fate, no boy, no girl
No karma, no bed, no drama, no gas
No comedy, no media, no average
I’m a point without, no hundred
No sun, no wall
No hook, no sea, no home

And the w of w of w plugged in
And in this made-up game
I’m left without a point

No verb, no adverb
I’m a direct object
And in this verb of love and passion
So alone, so, so
So alone, so, so
So alone, so, so
So alone, so, so
So alone