Monthly Archives: June 2013

poems

the best lines somehow escapes us.

no words

no verse

no rhythm

will be the same as the one
from the initial euphoria.

all lost amidst distractions
we then try to recall
deep within the recesses
of our mind and thoughts
and write it down only
to come up with something
entirely different

or is it just me ?

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stir fry blues

cookin ma brain on a

very promising chemical

only to be eaten by

several hungry ghosts

that lurks in the

back of my head.

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from the southern harmony and musical companion

from The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion———- CAUGHT ———–

lying nude in spread eagle fashion

as if she was waiting for God’s love to be bestow upon her

or for some angels to come and take her

from a pale yellow circle

and around is black.

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for the record

Charles Bukowski

made poetry simple.

He shoved metaphor

out of his way

and never look back;

something the academics

will never understand.

 

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charles bukowski

quit his job to write freely

drank loads of booze at the parties

was championed by famous people

had 3 chicks all at the same time

and more broads during readings

got to fucked shit up on live tv

disappeared for 10 years straight

and came back like the christ

these are the perks man

but it didn’t took away the

craziness so he wrote it down

and told us ” don’t try “

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deconstructing sweet jane

” heavenly white roses
seem to whisper to me
when you smile… ” *

and when you dance
until your soft body
and silk dress almost
touches the floor and
kissing it making love
to the throbbing lights
as i take a drag on my
last cigarette;
wasted and mesmerised
by you
sweet jane, sweet jane

* excerpts from ” Sweet Jane “. lyrics by Lou Reed

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tribute to linda

he didn’t prefer oral sex
and very much willing to choose
his typewriter over women
any given time,

there was only one
able to stood up but then,
it was never a smooth ride.

( for linda king and linda lee beighle )

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