Derrida, Pilfered

 

 

I told you, the crazy one is you

You give me the word without knowing it

It is you who is writing the history in advance

You corrupt, you detour everything I say

You understand nothing

Nothing at all, or everything

That you annihilate immediately

As I apply myself chewing on my tongue

 

I left the telephone booth open

But you did not come back

 

Todd Giles