July 2012 (6)

16 July 2012 at 13:03 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

mind went haywire
inky thoughts
made him act petty and cheap
better breaks
or better chances
in contemporary life
relying on ever tires

stew of hands, legs
practices stillness game
throat squeezed by sweat ring
goodbye takes casualties upon itself
he speaks only with breath
overanxious to please (16th July 2012)

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July 2012 (5)

16 July 2012 at 13:01 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

suffer the less poor man
from sweeping affairs
follies one down an alley
no pangs of conscience
sleeps like a log
if once he knew
love, sin and all enter fables
would never bleed for affection

truth pays him a visit
teaching to unlearn
he disbelieves with impotent Phew, phew
her you, idiot
degraded forever

saunters back to his car
drives off (15th July 2012)

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July 2012 (4)

16 July 2012 at 13:00 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

not out of charity yet
fetching hunks sharp up
in cracked mirrors
must learn ever the hard way
must line other men shrouds
looking coyly around
graduated to new level of understanding
handshakes oblivion
where kiss on a brow
pardons givers and takers
each time lifted highball
gets them crocked
talking moonshine and roses
turns a cheek towards slap (15th July 2012)

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July 2012 (3)

9 July 2012 at 18:48 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

the last time I have seen her
essay paper with spelling mistakes
had corners burnt
black flakes
were new version of old problems

years pass by
she powders face with a smile
I dread her open mouth
made a deal with guilt
praised me for unrealized concepts
rain format
cooling down enthusiasm

tried to relieve her
of any corrections to be done
but letters soaked balsam way
into my mistrust
obstructed stream of truth
essay ends: choking (07th July 2012)

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July 2012 (2)

9 July 2012 at 18:47 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , , )

men with their secrets
flashlights rolling at night
escape vulnerability
the rich in bed scenes
are doomed to look for pleasure
do not compare body parts
ill – treated by strange fingers

as tea kettles without a handle
get a hold of
never be sure
while standing in monotony puddle
drenched confessions
replay vintage reels
us sitting in empty movie theatre
feel their look on the backs (03rd July 2012)

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July 2012 (1)

9 July 2012 at 18:44 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

grown into that role
for thirty years
thousands of rounds
encircled us with red marker
bloody knuckles
clouded head
could not recall
how to take a breath
without getting porcelain headache
without wanting to throw in the towel

when mother goes on booze
swelling from lacking of love
fear for a sudden jab from her man
stays locked in her throat
just a few meters apart
another fight is set up

so it begins again (01st July 2012)

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