December 2019
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Photo credit: Aditya R.
Impressions
I can never respect people who take decisions for others,
Omni present child wearing adolescence
People must never assume they have all the answers
When you play the role of the actors
Idealizing philosophies and mystic factors
You judge, aware of your sorrow bearers
And with each sin, a silent look, and a feather
Torn apart to make it clearer
That he whom survives is repressed
While the new trend is depressed
Yet somehow I still picture you in your white dress,
Realigned.
And the voice I talk to you with
Is mine,
but you are not me
So how can I define
The slips and fissures of your subconscious mind
And thirst to be free.
To each his field and angles
And if hell is heaven
I am still the devil
Photo credit: Alex Iby
Madmen
I am
Half-man
Half-century;
I never really
understood
society;
Paintings
never spoke
to me;
People
don’t affect me
They zero in
zero out
while I prowl
in and out
of the dark;
The jails
The judges
The police
The army
The law
are designs
constructs
boundaries
meant to hold things
together
but they keep me back
they weigh
me down
Bukowski
was slammed
The Beats
were hated
Dante was punished
Hamsun was slated
Hemingway was paraded
in chains on city streets
Why am I choosing
to tell
you this?
All this
to say
the True
never live
until
they go mad.
Photo credit: Omar Kayyal
September Thirty One
By Omar Kayyal
“I’m done.” She says
A laptop shut
on the hinge
of her jaw’s constrictions;
like a snake charmer
her MacBook Cobra
Assumes the tightness in her cheek.
The day is won-
Rays of sunshine tied
in an intricate knot.
Check out our previous editions from 2019:
Edition XIII
Edition XIV
Edition XV
Edition XVI
Edition XVII
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