Category: poem

fruit-seller barber newspaper vendor

the 2nd and 3rd streets are glowing just like yesterday

a man fell last night of his bike

I watched as men gathered around and I stopped my bike

next to that man’s

a hole had formed on one side of his hard head

he could hardly get up

and once he got up, the first thing he did was look straight at the spot where he had fallen

and then he adjusted his spectacles, they got dirt on them

‘What happened?’ asked a man to him

‘Nothing. I don’t know,’ said the man as he was helped to a corner

of the 2nd and 3rd street

a car followed, a boy was driving

fear on his face, he could shit right there

he got down, was pushed to the same corner

he spoke no word and looked all around like a newborn,

only with bewilderment

all the men moved from everywhere else to that corner

and the cussing and yelling followed

just like the last time when something like that had happened

I started my bike and rode off to my usual bar

and I luckily found a good enough spot to sit and drink

for the remaining night.

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at 3

again at 4 or maybe 4:15

I was trembling and asleep and aware somehow of my trembling

something curled next to me

sobbing, shouting

fighting something under my blanket

I was too lazy to open my eyes and come,out of wherever the hell I went to

the shouting continued

for a moment, I was convinced it was my brother

sobbing and talking in sleep

I was alone and quite drunk and it was 4:45 or something and my eyes were still closed

the cold floor under my body had frozen my bones

I looked around with my eyes closed

and I didn’t want to think again

abut when the nightmare ends,

the one I am living each day with my both eyes open.

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waking up dizzy

surrounded by filth and more filth

to the same place I went again

I cannot say if the sun rose or the night came yesterday

I am haunted by something

once again, I have begun to hate myself

with my rage-filled brain, I can do nothing

this explosion within me has my eyes clouded

I function alone, I am nothing

I wish I were something more

I equally wish to die

nothing fills my eyes

I grow back like weed

words like spears go through my head

my birth has troubled many.

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swollen veins in my body

free from sweat

free from a fear

I sit full of pain

orange light fills the room

next to mine

somebody has arrived

another family, another kid,

another television running

another bunch of unnecessary talks

I walk myself away from the light

an hour later, I start forgetting.

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I will sit for another hour

until the last particle of light is gone

but soon a disturbance will come

flying towards my body

and I would be surprised

if that is not able to make me

move from here

to some other place

until then, I will watch gold

drink gold, grow my neck stiffer

just in case the blade lost its sharpness.

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blue has legs

it covers all the white space

it can flow

if you look at it carefully, you will find that it can

a subtle movement

towards the west, grey is bursting out of white

towards the north, a painting hangs, all white

cloud fucking cloud

shit bags like Picasso could never make such an artwork

time to travel south but I do not know where

I watch them who know and are traveling.

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