Why don’t we hit the town?

July 29, 2014 - Leave a Response

five, six, seven, eight

Seven
Tell me, what’s keeping you awake
and I mean names
Heads up in five

One
The plane won’t take off
too many strings attached
hence – crash landing in Polynesia
and a pot-fuelled human caterpillar

Two
The sky’s grey and clouds nest themselves
on my eyelids

Three
Don’t provoke that black Volkswagen, mom
it’s cramped with bald heads
and wooden arguments

Four
St. Luke’s undressed now
cooling

Five
Blanks and letters I forgot to organise
shit!
for the Bible says: he who fails to submit
shall bring doomsday on his kind

Six
I’ve put on weight again
There’s something in the air
How about I stop breathing?

Seven
Zero hour. One more look
at the city at night
never safe

Eight
I stopped punching my thigh
Blood circulation restored
Brain damage unknown
Sure, I’ll have another day, then

~nokindofmagic~

What would you say?

July 23, 2014 - Leave a Response

There’s no open bar tonight
for my tears won’t stand trespassing
There will be no contact deeper
than a casual handshake with a
pure wailing talent
whose thoughts are about to
drill a hole in lighter’s pocket
at exactly two PM

And thoughts of final reunion
shall leave with the last
drop of whisky
undergoing long live maintenance
– The process helping me get closer to you

so root me back, Grace

 

~nokindofmagic~

Lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in

July 11, 2014 - 2 Responses

My lady
And here’s my soul with silver trimming
and a barrel of red wine
to celebrate those who value
knees over hearts
For I cannot think of
any other view to please
your famished iron eyes
while mine – under siege of sand
hope the dead will cry with me
A hangman, you see
seeks no god there
but freedom to look inside himself

Marketplace

June 26, 2014 - One Response

I like to believe
this looking glass has been
hand-made in Venice
Precisely 15.5 inches
and framed with adhesive material
in case of unintentional attempt
to drown

Yesterday I saw that look
you gave me
I might as well be
get-one-free shrimp
twisting your stomach

Flat and fading
Talent is sugar free
putting one’s kidneys
to sleep

And I’m not asking you to tell me something
I don’t know
since it’s
what I know
that’s causing the whole mess

Ash-ash! walk

June 7, 2014 - 3 Responses

If you seek answers
get ready to get dirty
and burn a fingertip or two
while lighting a candle in memory
of the superior

Tombstones are worthless
as gods have always been dying unnoticed
Cause of death: human parasite
and dementia
So why condemn me
or petrol bottles?

Azazel has fled, yet left
a candy bar under your pillow
I know all about forgiveness
the message is
I won’t let you starve on my watch
Not that you don’t deserve it

There’s little time to use these bones
before masculine hormones take over

Check out before noon

June 3, 2014 - 5 Responses

He said
Love yourself
the best you can

Well

I’ve got a pair of tired sneakers
and a world full of champions
outsmarting
outstanding
outliving

Hubble, my godfather
took care of my magnifying eyes
And now there’s no plan
but to survive and no sound
but the eerie silence
rattling inside sleepwalker’s head

I used to feel sorry for myself
until I realised
no books are to be kept
for it can’t be my life
if I’m not in control

One-Ten

May 29, 2014 - 2 Responses

eyeseyesbaby

 

When growing a boy
equip yourself with shiny clippers
This one here
like an orchid
catches what could soon become
his last breath
bows his head before
unrivalled and persistent plastic pot
serving multiple purposes

I’m scared of curly hair and trained eyes
of symmetry
of order
Almost as much as I hate
fluorescent stop sign
hammered down in the name of
omnipotent virgins
prowling at the right bank of uvula

My liver says a smile would do.
The fuck it would

Shame

May 26, 2014 - 2 Responses

They cough in pairs in palms
greasy with phlegm
The Whistler King loads his gun
with Moira’s teeth
His Lady – shares crimson tie
with me
wetting us insanely
and marking for life
the very one beating key organ
disappointed with earthly ingenuity

The Lady calls out for another round
dancing barefoot on sticky ice cubes
rubbing poppy seeds around my nostrils
The very ones standing between me
and the one they’d prefer

If I only could make a deal with God

May 20, 2014 - Leave a Response

tumys

Orphantasy

May 19, 2014 - 2 Responses

in empty bottles, in numb thighs
in raging crowd, in venom of wasp
in pointless prayers, in horny regrets
in punched stomachs, in chipped teeth
in sticky saliva, in digestive gas
in marks left, in those yet to come
in broken promises, in doors shut
in biting dogs, in middle fingers
in taunts, in fists
in furious gods, in hell on earth
in wetted pants, in taste of sand
in hairy armpits, in dripping cocks
in apologies, in pulled ears
in scars, in morning puke
in slapped cheeks, in ripped knees

Still pieces of the worse me are missing

by nokindofmagic, 8 June 2013

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