We juiced up mustangs with bad vinyl and obtrusive hoods, We drove past gutters, dirty smoke shops and disgusting bars To get a glimpse of Linda Ronson fucking in the woods. We gave our spirits to abandon, scorning fame and goods, Because prestige is like a blade that cripples, stings and mars, We juiced up […]Read more "A villanelle for the hedonist"
When I met you, looked deep into those black-velvety eyes, I knew I found my muse, a Blue jay: ashen, muted grief, steel-blue quietude, and a mosaic brilliance concealed except when you glided with your poetry, the Cherry Blossom tunnel I walked through all those years, stooped, no longer seemed dreary, and as I read […]Read more "Fade"
I’m standing in a Gothic Cathedral with its arches, pillars and stained-glass windows, comprehending how Lilliputian and inconspicuous I am. All my life I dreamt of power, control and fame, but I now realize that I’m simply a journeyman looking for an upset. When you’re young, you dream of swords, shields and combat, and usurping […]Read more "Acquiescence"
I stood at the edge of the precipice and looked at the meadows below but didn’t see lush greens or rich browns, I only saw shades of the dullest grey and wondered if I should plunge and let that fog of despair enwrap me and have its victory. After all, I’ve never lived; I’ve only […]Read more "Tentative"
A utilitarian Descartes: I am, therefore I think A modernist Descartes: I think, therefore I think I am? A postmodern, millennial Descartes: I think, therefore I’m not A postmodern, Generation Z Descartes: I am, therefore I’m not A middle-aged, crisis-ridden, trapped-in-an-existential-loophole Descartes: I think to think I am, but am I or not? A Puritanical […]Read more "Descartes"
I think I’m too daft to comprehend e.e.cummings’s style of writing, lines projecting out like horizontal stalagmites, spaces, words meshed together like they’re thrown in the blender, an i outside the parenthesis probably symbolizing loneliness and an i within probably embodying wholeness with another. Experimental fiction was never my forte, and maybe that’s because fate’s […]Read more "Experiments"
They programmed me during the age of wars, bigotry and intolerance to predict and prophesize destruction, to make people await their impending doom with cries of “Woe! Woe! Woe!” To let them know that suffering is all there is, and even death offers no respite. But seeing the world in shades of dull grey altered […]Read more "The bane of optimism"