Monday, June 18, 2012

yellow shakespeare haha

My feverish karma
is bloodbound tonight
By heavens, I can gouge out
a unicorn’s eye and write a sonnet
for the stars of doom now.
All for this constant demand
for cheap thrills.

Honestly, it’s difficult to cope up with all these
after drunk nights and beat days
And yet, lovehounds
roam naked streets in brutal heat
Isn’t that a wonderful declaration of life?

I wake up to find electric bursts
all around me.
can’t expect sunflowers now
And the sea is too damn far away
And I am too damn smashed to reach out.
It’s as if the pigeons of motherly love
have been shot down by the hunters;
coolblue has been dashed by cocksuckers;
Judgments boom out loud.
It’s as if all these were supposed to happen.

Pigs will be gutted.
Teeth will be pulled.
Mermaids will be raped.
No one knocks.
Phantasmagoria leads to solipsis
Dejection leads to decimation
Shit leads to further shit.


Zeebs said...

Shit leads to further shit.

Totally agree.

Soumi said...

"The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?"
Who will write about it,huh?