Poems

So the Universe decided That I should lose my red bandana So I was made to forget it twice But I always went back for it The Universe didn’t like that So it made me lose my shades And even made a monkey bite me To get me busy with vaccines And insurance papers And […]

The guitar was floating On the pond We all watched The raccoon And we went Ooh

One of the greatest tragedies Is losing your friends of old Who fell into the materialistic trap And other self-tyrannical crap Once upon a time  Walking clad in the veils Of juvenile laughter  Full of shining character Just to become The screaming bores With rotten cores Hysterical over not closing a window Fearing that their

Drunk as a skunk Hiding dead bodies in the trunk As the wheels of destiny Keep a rolling In the god forsaken land Of the new rising sun The pleasures ahead are uncertain As we don’t know what lies behind the curtain Curtain of dreams Whip cream and fancy gleam And Bolts of lightning In

I always fancied trains There would always be an element of surprise You would meet someone or see something That would improve your day tremendously My favorite trains were the cheap provincial ones That would never miss any village And that would keep you away From the atrocities of modern infrastructure As you were drifting

I am the river Which flows Into cotton candy Beneath the black masks Of mysterious euphoria Unseen and unheard of   I’m the gold pot Left hidden So it won’t be found By the corporate Tattooed leprechaun   The masked criminal Steals from the mermaid In the clouds And the cave troll Shoots heroin On

Sick again But never dead The lighter sets the cigarette On fire I suck the juice out of it And drop it Pick it up and try again That cigarette Was a long time coming It felt like the best cigarette In the world Now back on track Trying to find a new life hack

I’m getting the kicks From the everlasting juicy licks. The man with the guitar Creates the voice of immortality. Every sacred note Wrought by the nylon strings Spawns a soothing ghost That seeks refuge In the ears of the present spirits Both seen and unseen   We’re one with the groove The unseen magic of

From all the things That I could’ve possibly chosen On that one grey morning of November I chose to phase out on a bench Eating vanilla ice cream While reeling through the years Of my existence Spawning the thoughts I have thought The places I’ve been to The songs and lullabies I’ve heard   The

I saw the monument Made the timelapse Conquered the sunset Putting the curtains To the end of the day’s delights   I stared at the man in the red shirt Running on the stairs Up and down and sideways Stairs of hope To high mental altitudes Through exotic longitudes   It was another end Another