Tag: life
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The Busker’s Rondeau
I’ve played these cobbled streets for many years pouring into my song blood and tears I’ve known the vagabond and patient sage – their lives I’ve scribbled on my crumpled page although my tune begins when the dust clears perhaps they’ll think then with soft smiles and cheers of how my song soothed all their […]
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The house we called home
The old house with its towering red gates, two garages and imposing cornices remembers the patriarch’s fists and seething rage more than the timid woman and the wimpy child do. After all, he did shatter its mirrors, break its tables and chairs and stab its walls. The mansion with its lawn and pink bougainvillaeas running […]
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Onion
He was odd and he would walk around hunched with this peculiar gait that made him look like a wounded war veteran who limped. He seemed so absorbed with himself. I often wondered whether thoughts buzzed around inside his oversized head like flies circling a pile of garbage. He had this effeminate way about him, […]
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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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On reasoning
That day, I found myself on purple grass under a green sky. Two moons and half a sun burned. I was sweating, but when I wiped my forehead, I realised I was sweating blood. I panicked and thought I was approaching death. However, I wasn’t weak, so I ran. I ran past trees with whalebone […]
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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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