Posts Tagged ‘hungry’

past

Feeling contorted with unpleasant feelings

Sinking and aching within pilgrim pain

Sentient sequences blinding and binding

I feel you near me and it all starts again

 

Lazily clinging to your embraces

Telephone temptations and visions of fire

Weird coincidences in disparate places

Feeling a little unhinged and quite wired

 

Cellophane moments with you by my side

Porcelain skin and silken hair

I turn the screw while you burn the tide

You leave me hungry, you bleed me bare

 

Let’s keep on walking whatever offends us

Let’s keep on shining like fireflies

Let’s keep our shit in a semblance of togetherness

Let’s keep on mooching until we die

rohingya

We are the least of human beings
Less human than the dirt beneath your feet
We are unloved and persecuted
From birth to unremarkable death
The Buddhists lock us in a ghetto
Unless we have the money to bribe them
If we have no money they beat us
There is no food
There is no water
There is no school for the children
There is no hope
They took us from our village
Those that the Buddhists didn’t kill
And locked us up next to the sea
Hanging off the land in a noose of persecution
Then the people smugglers come
And offer to take us away
And we have no choice
We give them what little we have
We spend hungry, thirsty days at sea
Then we arrive in Thailand near the border
The people-smugglers begin to torture us with bamboo
They tell us to call our relatives and ask for money they don’t have
Then if they do not pay up we are dead
Our women are raped and murdered, our men and children are murdered
Our ghosts will wail among our bones
Our ghosts will watch you while you sleep

Coming Down

Posted: November 19, 2014 in poetry
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sleeping
The hurtling dervish of my speeding mind finally descends from the stratosphere
No longer the pressure to talk and no more frenzied stories
No more superman musing and high velocity stream of consciousness
My eyelids drift downward
I suddenly feel hungry and take a couple of Solian to decelerate towards morning
I eat some curry and stretch out my arms
Time for bed, time to voyage through the land of dreams in the little that remains of the chemical night
That was some good shit but it’s all over now