Saturday, July 3, 2010

a true man
exists only in his desire
for 
once that compelling craving
and its acid-like tentacles
do lay waste to the bitter oasis of 
the phantasmal mental pictures of himself
acting upon that urge 
with a ferociuos deep hunger 
right out of his anima
consuming all fantasy 
scorching every conscious 
wall
barrier
and years worth of 
social conditioning
they leave behind
no desire 
no man

Thursday, June 17, 2010

i know nothing

and i take my absolutions
in the liberating passage of time
for i don't have allegiances
to anything
let alone facts

as i sit by myself in a room
i dissolve slowly
one fact at a time
i transform into
words meaning nothing

whence i came
i went

Saturday, June 5, 2000

keep those regrets at bay please
my dreams are strewn with those 
burnt permanently into the fabric 
of my memories 
with sad songs, smells and 
glimpses of everyday things 
tragic and yet beautiful 
with the full force of 
all of the memorable lies 
I once spat so readily 
while being guilty of young and stupid

so, the ghosts come out of the woodwork
together with their vicious songs of the old
the sirens 
dragging me into their charybdis 
into the stories I once wrote
which wreaked sex so very loudly
swearing an oath on the wrong gilgamesh 
inside a very guilty bathtub 

but that was a different me
a different time and city 
a different story all together

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!