Sunday, May 30, 2010

armed with sarcasm to the teeth may be
but still feel like a hollow shell
ex nihilo nihil fit

the furry of glib grammars
and context free languages
can chomp on the nagging doubt and
the false dreams of roads not taken
all they want because
meaning and relationships are
all contextual

adaequatio rei et intellectus
is such a lie

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

quiet
a lonely moon rules here
over a sea of people

but the roads here leading out of the dark
also lead into
wrongfully solipsistic fairy tales
consumed in the company of
a fairly melodramatic violin
who was in hurry
to catch a glimpse of
a pornographic story
told in three parts:
a past, a present and
a rather unceremonious cum-shot

not even sure if i should laugh at that

Friday, May 21, 2010

with a percolating anger
my restless fingers pounding on table
keeping rhythm
my chin joining involuntarily
hissing few lines in a language
i am about to forget without
much regret or remorse while
city outside pulsing and pounding
with a giant wall of sound
shredding relevant questions into
irrelevant answers

Monday, May 10, 2010

millions of wayward rats
following their own
pied pipers
to their demise
in their search of

a kingdom of heaven on earth

in the dead emptiness

of spiritual homelessness

of malls, flags and nations.

suck on that!