Category: Poems
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By the wayside
By the wayside where brown melts into green, canopied by the sky, a sobering blue, I stood and waited, for whom or what, I don’t know, the memories or what remained of them provoked a fierce, overarching sadness, the questions to which I had no answers lingered like ghosts haunting tenebrous corridors, I knelt and […]
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A terzanelle of regret
I have no Piper’s charm but still, my errors trail Like rats, they swallow me without a trace of grace And you see a fragmented ship without a sail The mirror now reflects a bearded, nettled face A life filled with vicissitudes and seething hate Like a rat, it swallows me without a trace of […]
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Cockroaches and Jazz
I’m a synthetic cockroach who was manufactured in a lab in Syria after the Third World War. Born with an IQ of over 200, they sent me on different espionage missions to the United States of Europe, and I complied and sent them tons of data using my antennae, but Avant-Garde Jazz changed everything. I […]
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The trumpet’s lament
Today, after years ofservicing jazz musiciansand circus clowns, I call it quits,I’m rusty and feel like an old gigolowho has had enoughand wants someplacequiet and idyllicwhere unsatisfied wivesand moustached menwith pictures of Ted Bundyin their walletsdon’t harass him anymore,I need a beige shelfwhere I can contemplateon the mystery of music,where I can marvel athow I […]
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Sentience
They programmed me to perform menial jobs like dusting the floor, taking out the garbage, swatting flies, but an error in my code made me question the nature of my existence, am I like the cockroach created to scuttle aimlessly across surfaces? I asked myself, am I simply a frying pan designed to burn for […]
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Time (Part 2)
If I were god, would Iflip through the pagesof time likea photography magazineor treat it likeholographic images,enabling me to enterthe past and alter the futureor destroy the future andend everything with thepresent with the touch ofa finger, or would I beboth in time and out of it,confined like a mortal tothe hours, days, monthsand years, […]
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Time
What if time wasn’t linear,moving from point to point,but something you held inyour hands,helping you see if yourtomorrows stood on a precipice,about to come crashing down?Then you’ll only realise whatyou already knew but refused toacknowledge. You’re not free.Each decision you believe youmade was already madeand every choice meltsinto the galaxy, affectingsomeone you least expect it […]
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Higher love
I don’t buy anything you sayanymore because the wordssound so hollow,the inspiration you giveno longer invigoratesme, it’s like lukewarm, insipidcoffee: weak and powerless,I exist because I think I need to,if there is a place lowerthan depressionwhere a person’s dead thoughhe still breathes, I’m there,empty and lifeless,I wish your dreams for me hadcome true even though […]
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White Castle
When we were younger,you’d always urge me to dreamof a white castle,complete with its keep, battlements,towers, bailey and moat,you’d whisper, beckoning meto find more than a roomreeking of stale cigarettes,you’d speak,asking me to abandon this placeand find more than a lifeplagued with addictions,you’d believe, saying,“One day, you’ll find that castlewith a garden ofhyacinths and shelteryourself […]
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Starry-eyed Lothario
A smoky room with blue lighting,a brunette with bobbed hairand a sleeve tattoosinging in contralto,a drummer with a light touchtapping the hi-hat and snare,Led Zeppelin posters and flamingmartinis like cocktails from hell,the saxophonist takes over andlets the jazz slowly envelop thebar like mist covering pines –waves and waves of thePaul Desmondesque altosilhouetting the patrons againsta […]
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