Holes in a teacher

What can I teach you?
Don´t expect too much from life.
The old lack and the new excess,
The illusion of a ruined world
that still pumps and squirts.

What can I teach YOU?
Look at your watch
Utter enough words to maintain the attention span
Iniciate a combination of inspiring comparisons
almost out of breath
Emptiness nothingness these flood me

Humour is a job
count the rhythm of your own laugh
Now you know you´re teaching
Walls were made for you and them
distilling us in a rude confetti world.

What can I tell you
Rain drops won´t save you
NO the grand void becomes you
Passing on information as a hollow vessel
A sparkle in the eye,
A question, a thankyou and a see you next week.

Holes in your hope, your socks, your love
empty floor unable to overcome
Baby crawling dumbfounded by
the dust, the books, the inside frowns.
Dumbfounded by the embrace of shadows
Ice seems to find it´s way in
even in the tropics.