Tuesday, 22 October 2013

All is well till it isn't

Die Die Die
Die Norma Jean Die
Try a nook
Try a razor
Try some fire
or a river
Die on a war front
like a young soldier
or on the streets of Paris
like a leprous whore

fall to an ottoman blade
in a crusade for Jerusalem
gasping your hollow ecstasy,
or die as a stranger to your mother
on her dried up Sudanese breasts
Die in some food eating competition
while eating yourself
Die in Syria
they have just found some oil there
drink it and light yourself
become Ghazi

just die in some gutter of insanity
with juiced up absurdia
in your hipster veins
We do not care.
You are just a story
to be told during puberty
& not to be followed.
you die,
Die again.
For thousand times
so we can embrace
your essence
with our hands
on the frenzied cocks of
our empty corpses
& our bankrupt suffering
towards sufferings
of all.

we have sane libraries
everything stinks
rational & irrational
every moment is written &
Whatever written is everything.
I am an orphan of my generation.
Sitting here
on a window of a civilization of my time
with a melancholy smile.

Wherever they have deported Alice
take me there.
Where chaos is ecstasy
Take me there.
Till then,
I sleep here peacefully
thinking peace.

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