Inside – Around

Inside:
I’ll rescind myself from further
meandering between right or wrong,
and let my consciousness
to have a tête-à-tête with my eternal
soul, while my intoxicated body will be
occupying an empty couch in the nucleus of
the void of your universal love.

Around:
a witchcraft is slowly turning into
a witch-hunt; Rangers won
and Devils lost.

Fighting social demons
by bashing gravestones.

Do you hear, – a cancer growing?
Do you hear how your exuberance is leaking
from the ventricles of days?

Inside – Around:
a self-induced consolation.

an umbilical cord
a needle on top of the syringe
just a few ways to convey
an anti-Truth serum.

an art of creation, – passe
an art of destruction, – a novelty

one good thing, – NASA had discovered planets
that might support life.

another good thing, – we’re not there yet.

a sustenance

unlike
a stillborn
we tend to maintain our
stable growth in:
shockproof
sunproof
waterproof
hunger-proof
entertaining enough
bubble.

all they need
is enough
Formaldehyde.

heavenly grievances

​and as you flood ether
with words of meaningless and bitter discontent, —

I’ll be the one
who is always
absent.

and all the angels will go on strike.

eternal #9

one day
when he’ll finish teaching
his machine
about God

the machine will kill him

because it is easier
to believe

in dead

blindfolded

blindfolded
they sat in darkness
learning to appreciate the light

surrounded themselves with idiots
to sharpen their wit

kept their ideas fresh
to ward off the vultures of the doubt

but they will never see
who of them
winked first