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There is this
ancient friendship
between
our souls and destruction,
and in between
lies a tasteless,
mysteriously giant
mother ******* waterfall
scattered like a suicide!
&
You all are,
You all are standing,
tragically cold,
freezing like a dead rabbit and
stationary, like that one undernourished artificial snake,
whipped from time to time.

Do you now dare to make the jump?
to break on through the other side?


- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
In to this furnace
I ask you now
to sing another song.
In to this furnace,
where the stars grow old
and the dreamers walk barefoot
I ask you now
to kiss me a thousand times.
In to this furnace
I ask you now
thought by thought
let us die
you and I.
In to this furnace
I ask you now...


- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Children standing in midair,
a person somehow wrong,
orders a bag of a cooked subconscious.
Shakes it gently,
unaware of the destruction wrought by rationalism.
A dog reading a book demands doctrinal allegiance.
A writer identifying the wrongs dies in a hypnotic trans-like state...


- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Paint a tree and a
telephone.
Paint a rabbit
changing its burrow.
Paint rabbit's sweet little
family.
Paint their poo strung together like a necklace.
Make it stink.
Now,
Paint your mother
trying to hide
in the same burrow.
**** the rabbit!
paint a box
&
bury the dead rabbit inside...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
the cold smile of a
fragmented mouth &
a field of cotton
defying the god's ordinance.

Desperate visions of
flushed faces and
dreams of Hiroshima
breathing its own breath.
One crow after another,
dancing down the
old spiral stairs of poverty.
Roasted along with
regular cheese
and
with an ounce of crippled green peas!

A vegan in disguise
trembling like a cooking egg!



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
I killed the famous
Gypsy woman
on the boogie street.
My darling
Everybody saw me,
dressed as a religious man.
Everybody knows
I work till nine.
But it was two in the morning
and I killed
the famous gypsy woman.
My darling
Look at me,
Look at me and tell me
Have I loved you enough? &
Have I made it real?
My darling
Everybody knows
you want it darker
&
Everybody saw,
I killed the famous
Gypsy woman
on the boogie street...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Black and yellow heart breaks,
dangerous knife throws and the empty bombs,
full of ;
Laughter,
Gambling,
Recognition,
Divorce.

Here comes the faceless man,
Pleased by her stretched thighs, the sweaty cigarettes she burns one after another & her thick eyes,
He says

"I want you to look ****"

"Is that a fantasy?" she asks

"Yes," he says, "it's been a thousand years,
thirty-minute hands & 60 pills!"

"Ooooh"

"Look," he says, "I want you to set me on fire, now!" & takes a **** in an art museum behind a Picasso masterpiece.

"All right," she says, "let's wait for a while, come on back to bed!"

The faceless man instantly crawls towards a dry quiet kiss where innocence and vulgarity both are so awkwardly present...


- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
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