The Success

Let it marinate.
What does it taste like,
The dark in your mind,

What is the success?
Do you feel it’s yours,
Never yours, someone

Else’s at all times,
No one else’s? How
Do you conceive it?

Are you one of those
To whom no one seems
Successful, the term

Itself suspicious
As enlightenment?
Or do you see it

Everywhere but you?
Success. Hideous
Word, if words say so,

At least in English.
Success. Hard on lisps.
Like too much red wine,

Like you bit your lip
Drunk, not knowing it.
You shouldn’t say it.

Some achievements twist
Within it. Success.
Rest. Put up the rest.