Sunday, January 20, 2013

27



Forever
joint aches 
poem
growing
poeming
Nabokov
Begging
Borrowing
Pending
Rushing
Freeze
"good women don't laugh so much like you do"
Hahahahahhahhahhahhahhahhahhahaahahhaha
*BIG CACKLE*
tentacle heads
Bend Sinister
Stars in a handful
a reassuring coconut tree
reheat
recycle
Juxtapose
Leaves replacing emotions
Draupadi
Hobbes
Coconut god
leaking boats
fasting
starving
writing
rewriting
brittle loves
forgettable love
loves with prickly skins
loves with exoskeletons
phantom-limbed loves
neurotic loves
loves stored in cocoons
still-born loves
drawing black holes
rustle of the afternoon wind
the ghost near fridge
the sound beyond the wall
pain
pain
it hurts like hell
hot oil splashes
burning nostrils
Pataphysics
ink on hands
postmodernism
taste of ink
salt
drawing at night
Joyce
sweat
you
YOU
mine
symbolism
mellowness
breaking
heart-break
open
fling
shards
>Insert love here<
bad meals
garlic
goosebumps
prayer beads
the eternally banging window
Russia
coins
joints
painful knuckles
the dripping tap
the annoying frogs pulling my hair
the howl of the door knob
alliterations
expectations
muttering
Bauldaire
rot
dandruff
dark circles
poverty
bread
more bread
dry
fish
death
fruit flies
mouthwashes
pauses
“Forgive me”
“You don’t understand”
wind
insomnia
borrowing
“nonsense!”
Alfred Jarry


Turkish Delight
torn clothes
cold
freezing cold
rent
bills
‘corpse’ used as a profanity
you bloody corpse!
annoying phone calls
lines
verses
Sylvia Plath
suicidal
deleted dreams
“you are so dead!”
erase
drop
desert kisses
scent of Samarkhand
examining each cell
reexamine memories
scars' songs
tears
tears
Atwood
another day
another year
Write
write
erase.erase.erase.erase.erase.erase.erase.
race
Embrace
write
rewrite
bleed
clench in the tummy
horrible tumbling of innards
tears. tears. tears. tears.
the sudden, prolonged laughter
bouncy laugh
eerie laugh
corroding
rusting
sublimal
detached
attached
latched
longed
“Forgive me”
“Forgive me”
“Forgive me”
“Forgive me”
“Forgive me”
“Forgive me”
Mea, maxima culpa
everything, every damn thing.

January 2nd 2013, I turned 27. 

2 comments:

mohit mittal said...

>insert love here<...lovely. It's a new form. I really liked the innovation.

Vikas Chandra said...

seems words are flowing and flowing..

poetic indeed!