split open the head of a real poet
and you will find it full of
scum cum dirt boredom
lies smoke fire hell
tears more cum
more tears and blood
days of fever and defeat
madness utter madness
and a lot more horrible things
and he will die
before he opens his mouth or
before he begins to make any sense.
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you feed me bullets
you feed me uncooked butterflies
you feed me drain water and lemon soda
you feed me sunlight and ass
you feed me crap books and boring satire
you feed me boiling water and salt stones
you feed me all the hells at once
you feed me breasts and legs
you feed me day and night
horror and hatred and fright
you feed me tears and kisses
you feed me gasoline and nitrogen
you feed me when no one else does
you feed me anyways.
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Early morning. Heartbroken. Defecating this loneliness and shit. Irritated by the tap water tapping on the bathroom floor. Now, what else is there to do. My blood will be taken away in a short time and it will get analysed and I will be declared a lunatic. Not a bad consequence of being alive all these years. Somebody’s footsteps outside the bathroom door. My neck is aching, like an elephant sat on it while I was asleep. Anyways, I am done here and same goes for my writing.
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It’s a beautiful morning burning like hell. I have pulled the curtains. Everything before my eyes is orange and blue. A proper bath is needed but to hell with that. I got nowhere to go. I am the carrier of a deadly virus and so far, the ride has been a tiring one. Two nights ago, I got a mini heart attack but I survived even that. Shame on me! Better, shame on the virus! Life keeps throwing useless things at me – the virus, social media, bad poetry, this sun, this heat. For once, I want to feel light in the head. It’s not much of an expectation but it’s the only one I am left with.
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Lost my head and found this. That was yesterday. Days keep ending just like this.
Started writing some short stories. I guess a short story book is coming next. How soon, I cannot say. I have few ideas and I am going wherever they take me. I do not plan much. Often, much planning isn’t required either. A little of it does the work. I guess it’s better to do and fail than do nothing at all. Failure might break you but you get far ahead of others in winning at this game called Life.
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What else about this evening? I am feeling better and that is all. Five days in isolation. Five more to go. The virus is a real bastard. Outside, days and nights roll away. Who really needs my permission or my advice? No one. With me locked in a room, the world went on fine. That is what I am and that is what you are. A nobody. Anybody can do what I do. No job is impossible to do. Anybody can be replaced. That’s the truth of an ordinary life. It keeps repeating wherever you look.
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last night I drank too much
mixed beer and wine
and I drank from midnight
till morning nine
I thought if anything was real
or that all was fake
and really, how much could I take
I went to the sea
and drowned myself there
the sea picked me up
and spat me out and said
‘You can’t die here,’
I crawled out of there
and sat at the shore
and thought of nothing more
but something is there
in the waves that break
and they got me thinking
because really, how much could I take
got myself a harmonica
but I never play
whether it’s frozen November
or burning May
got myself a piano
when I was a kid
which soon my mother hid
got myself a mountain
and at it’s foot, a big big lake
because I had to see
how much could I take.
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red wine
rooftop
on a saturday night
when the winds are still blowing
and they are blowing so well
a man once told me,
‘There’s nothing in wine!’
few years ago, he was a junkie
he could finish a whole bottle of whiskey
without water
now he is married and has got a son
who, last week, had bad diarrhoea
and was in hospital for two days
and when someone gets married,
you cannot really say anything
about them
often, they can’t say anything about
themselves
‘Life changed after I left college,’
that’s all he told me
and I never, never ask anybody,
whoever he is,
about his life
I have seen him often
smoking alone
and chewing cheap tobacco
‘I cannot live without tobacco
in my mouth,’ he says
I have seen in him the glimpse
of a junkie on more than
one occasion.
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