Her

Observe the tides in her

Smell that hauntingly beautiful words out of mouth
She might drench you in denial of nothingness
She might nod her head and turn around
Talk less or shit words of curiosity
Love, battle, the war and chaos
In her ovary Hypothalamus
And room of an Anxiety
well She would go down all the way
Yet she might hide the best juice
Where she drowned
From pubic to scars
From orgasm to blood out of vein
She is Your, go all the way
Observe the overwhelming creature
Created by Cunts of Heaven

Soaked Pillow

Ah! It’s certain

It will stay
Same pattern
Same absurdity
Scratching the crap from scrap
Dreary, Gore, Nuclear
Resembling Old filthy bar
Notes of suicidal civilian
Some rave joy out of pain
Some create misery out of ecstasy
What we did? Yet we are far
Change the books
Temporary dopamine of solace
Tears stays forever – the only true
Liquid you can’t get high on!
Hypnotic Art

Art?
I don’t owe any own any not so many
How come Vincent never jerked off on his paintings
How come Bukowski never flamed the shit
Out of his whore writing
Did Mozart ever heard moan of Virgin woman ?
I might die for it cry for it
Burn for it’s get myself dressed up as feast of cannibals
What a motherfucking shame to be artist
Cold distant philosopher and dogs of world
Some poor drunkard died his blood
Witnessed his last whore with him at publishers house !

My favourite poem

And what a motherfucking shame to be a human

Without expression
Whore without money
Psychopath without hammer
Father without Genital failure
No worries, I got by bitch to slay and slap my dick full of
Panics, Semen, grief
What’s more shameful to be called drunkard being saint ?

Uncircumcised

Let go
Woman should let go their vaginal intoxication
Old men the stories
Kids the innocence
Loose everything
Literary legends should kill their books
Boring writers write about love and shit
They hold on so fast and fragile
Last time I held something
Cheap condom all over my room
And 4 inch penis
Though she sucked it all the way
I love you Soan !
The best blowjob I have ever had

Last tight puff

Subtle voices screaming loud enough, “why?”

Bird was dancing in rain
Humans and eagles form high sky
Grounded to reality
Touch with insanity
Frenulum surrounding my penis
All over shedding tears
Should I write ?
Drink
Kill
Rape
Hang
Listened valve
Cerebrum
All over lastly it’s dead !

Death and Dead

Don’t write
Barely sing
What remains is feather of bird
Fell from the window of unexplained mysteries
The room
Walls full of favourite actor
And writers
Chair moves a bit and cigarettes condoms
Blood stains, needle
No woman knocked the door
His wife died
It’s treasure to discover death
Utterly undeniable paradox

September

Tears soaked up by pillows of mine

Dirty games of dopamine
Miracles of darkness ugly young of mine
Oh! you know the secrets
You perceive time
You pain rain of Thorne
You forget the rhyme
Screams I screamed in scary screen
The light was same her dress was green

The last rain of grief

Birds are out there yet again

Sound much pleasant and beautiful than ever
Broke again, sober again rain again
last time I felt good In rain
Alone at night dark and cold
My endurance of pleasure has washed away
In the turmoil of the green leaves
Motor, people, thunder, birds, gutter and smell
The last rain of grief
Is overwhelming, I don't want It again
Never be It last
Be It mine