I watched her crack an egg
in the morning;
as if -
It was the most simplest thing
in the world -
- Why Why Why
Can't she crack
with hardness
as if towers
are crumbling
each
THUK
THUK
THUK
thuk
Her eyes looked puzzled
she doesn't see the brains
coiled like oyster shells
or over-heated snails
withering on light
or that flattened body of the rat
purged of blood and mind
Like those ideas molested
and innocence overrated
I see yellow humour
teasing
life incomplete
but gestation cooked
evolving in a coccoon of oil
plastered in whites and fringy brown
topped to be nutrition
topped as a transcendental body-unit
EVOLUTION
IN
MITOSIS-REVERSE-MITOSIS
in the morning;
as if -
It was the most simplest thing
in the world -
- Why Why Why
Can't she crack
with hardness
as if towers
are crumbling
each
THUK
THUK
THUK
thuk
Her eyes looked puzzled
she doesn't see the brains
coiled like oyster shells
or over-heated snails
withering on light
or that flattened body of the rat
purged of blood and mind
Like those ideas molested
and innocence overrated
I see yellow humour
teasing
life incomplete
but gestation cooked
evolving in a coccoon of oil
plastered in whites and fringy brown
topped to be nutrition
topped as a transcendental body-unit
EVOLUTION
IN
MITOSIS-REVERSE-MITOSIS
He cooks it
Raw it becomes ripe
Raw it becomes ripe
- Seasons unearthed
as caskets see the dead
And eyes see eyeless dreams
cobwebs on a frying pen
He tastes the white
licks the yellow
She bites eagerly
Into the flesh
The scream is orgasmic
Like maturation of an end-beginning
as caskets see the dead
And eyes see eyeless dreams
cobwebs on a frying pen
He tastes the white
licks the yellow
She bites eagerly
Into the flesh
The scream is orgasmic
Like maturation of an end-beginning
Life is a potion in the oil
a poison sometimes
choking pleasure
ecstatic words not mouthed
the cyclic egg
a poison sometimes
choking pleasure
ecstatic words not mouthed
the cyclic egg
seeds of the many
Then he asks are you alright?
She asks want some?
he says c'mon take some
want some?
she says c'mon t take some
want some?
I bite
I watched him crack an egg
I watched her crack an egg
the egg crack
What will happen
to the axis...
She asks want some?
he says c'mon take some
want some?
she says c'mon t take some
want some?
I bite
I watched him crack an egg
I watched her crack an egg
the egg crack
What will happen
to the axis...
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Well I saw two thesis presentations today of my senior friends' Nabila and Upashana - on modernist poetry (so I saw Ezra Pound's genius and also William Caroll Williams) and on postmodernism and magic realism - Nabila did the poetry and Upashana did the other topic. They were great topics and I learned a lot from them (Upashana introduced me to two books El Hablador or (The Storyteller) by Mario Vargas Llosa and The Crying Lot of 49 by Thomas Pynchon AWESOME NOVELS).
I guess they imspired me to write this with their knowledge and wisdom and as my poetry usually isn't like this (I guess I wanted to tamper with styles) and Margaret Atwood also writes like this (read some of her poetry recently, thanks to Jhumpa Apu who told me how to write the keywords in google :P) I wrote this monologue-esque poem (also read a tad bit on magic realism in one of the books Upashana used in her thesis). So yeah though I was pissed in going to Uni today something good happened ^_^
I guess they imspired me to write this with their knowledge and wisdom and as my poetry usually isn't like this (I guess I wanted to tamper with styles) and Margaret Atwood also writes like this (read some of her poetry recently, thanks to Jhumpa Apu who told me how to write the keywords in google :P) I wrote this monologue-esque poem (also read a tad bit on magic realism in one of the books Upashana used in her thesis). So yeah though I was pissed in going to Uni today something good happened ^_^
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