Pulling down the sky

I’ll pull down the sky

for you, as if it’s a dusty blue curtain

with wasps and moths stuck like stars

and other unknown  shiny objects.

 

I’ll sell that delusional honesty that my father told me to keep

and buy those islands that looks like ants

on the maps, disappearing and reappearing, for you.

 

When I am done with motormouthing shadows,

I’ll buy all those sad big cars for all those

illiterate refugee drivers from a malnutrition-ed country

..yes they will take you anywhere you don’t want

 

I’ll steal from

Robbers and cons and cheats and frauds and meeks

I’ll steal the strength from strong men

and the courage of the adventurers

I’ll have to steal

I’ll have to steal the un-steal-able for you.

 

You lack-of-imagination.

 

Signed

A (dot)

Pontificated Babbling

random babbling about the origins of cravings of the sins related to that One who would never reply you back who would never listen to every word you tried to say or meant to say because all those words carried water and water flows like fire burning that hill of the catharsis like her nape of her neck and she was walking through the blizzard and breathing like ranting that you will never know that that was all just a pack of plastic lies of the majestic and it was carved methodically on her greasy palms by someone who pinched your eyeballs and scratched them and left them to leak blood of cicadas of different colors that reddened and then darkened the path where you perambulated all your life and drank borrowed wine from the broken cups of retarded cheaters and their swines who traded their time to stave off the legal confrontations with the questions of their existence and you thought that they will teach you how to sip all the melancholy from that empty cup of sadness that she broke when she puked her limbs on your shoulders and your shoulders stank of her sweet phlegm which you wished to gulp before it got washed down by the rain of cackles spent by the dealers of smiles and similes involving your nails and their rotten teeth that have bitten every single leaf of serenity in their eyes from where it all started and from there you learned to snort the irregularities of the occurrences of your inner demons who told you to burn all the mannequins down and throw them in the gutter where darkness flowed in harmony of inconsequential quench which you never understood and you never wanted anyone to understand as it creates the hollow complex walls of molten wax which is constantly dribbling but there is no gravity to pull it down so it is dribbling upwards and making a staircase which could have taken you and her in the basement of that haunting castle of your conscience that always pricked your ears to take that you-turn and fall in the swarm of intoxicated spiders who gave up flying because their wings were too heavy but their eyes were also on their wings so now they all are blind and intoxicated and carrying you on their bent backs with circular spinal chords with hairline fractures and their punctured faces reminded you of those raindrops who all looked the same when they fell on her face under that ugly moonlight on which you almost choked yourself to death but you didn’t die as it was not cold enough to glaciate your touch but it left smudges on those sunken cheeks that had barbed wire bruises that looked like wrinkles formed out of hazy dew whose moisture made more sense than any other sensible thing ever walked or crawled in your room of deep green walls with big white flakes and peelings of yellow snakes scattered all over the floor with etchings of her foot marks on which you slept after digesting every skeleton which you defeated with bare hands and scared will that was made of shattered glasses and the echo of empty chambers of corrupt magistrates with dusted files filled with all the obscenities written down neatly with one line spacing and jittered handwriting of the toothless clerk who died virgin but raised four parent less kids with torn history books in their newly bought bags with their obscure curiosity and registered mediocrities embossed on their upper lips and that is where the emotional turbulence of the dejected like yours took its rest and you dreamt of climbing those murky hills of her distraught dreams and that tread uptill her throat was nothing

 

Signed

A(dot)

Cockbib’s melody

insane frustration
made me gorgeous

a tiger ate caramel custard
and croaked somewhere
far far away

a beige tidal wave
(untidy and playful)
frisked my feet
and rubbed dryness
on my face

It evoked nothing in me
It shuddered nothing
It triggered nothing
It destroyed nothing for me

my guts cringed
and i became all that bullshit you talked about
at your last drunken party

where you had scratch resistant coating
on you

where you had unique mucus
in your tall slim glasses
and you left hickeys on brains
that were skewed and distorted

i became that bruise
of that punch
which you got
from that unknown guy
who was so eager to bury
everything he saw in you

i became that urge
to find that lost lust
in that random stranger
who deduced misery in your touch
and story in your thirst

i became that adjective
you invented
for those crayon eyes
that pierced you and told you
that you are beautiful

i became the probability
you analysed
when your lover felt miserable
in you
and you still smiled
with crimson lips
and serpent ties

i became every trigger
which they licked
to sprinkle the cobwebs
with thorns
on the broken-torn dreams

i became my archenemy
my hamartia
i became you!

 

Signed

-A (dot)

Impromptu Face-scratching

Glass eyed she

beat him up like a pulp

like a squashed pumpkin

 

her hair, like sea-waves made of  tiny bubbles

his eyes, glued on her burnt plastic lips

 

paper-cuts, her words

slabs of chocolate, her arms

 

his eyes hopped on this & that

on her cloudy cheek-bones

on her cow-like gawk

 

hawk was he

rattling in the air

 

at that time

their emotions

hidden in underpants

but pious

 

tell them..it is not just a fever

it is a cleaver broad bladed

 

which will stop their rapid flutters

moisture from the tears, severed

 

prisoners they will be

in the periphery

marked by red toe-nails

 

-Signed 

A (dot)

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