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Nov 2018 · 234
There is this
ancient friendship
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
Nov 2018 · 248
Thought by Though
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
Nov 2018 · 192
Cooked Subconscious
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
Nov 2018 · 457
Paint Box
Paint a tree and a
Paint a rabbit
changing its burrow.
Paint rabbit's sweet little
Paint their poo strung together like a necklace.
Make it stink.
Paint your mother
trying to hide
in the same burrow.
**** the rabbit!
paint a box
bury the dead rabbit inside...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 192
Atomic Vegan
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
with an ounce of crippled green peas!

A vegan in disguise
trembling like a cooking egg!

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 184
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
Oct 2018 · 395
Light my fire
Black and yellow heart breaks,
dangerous knife throws and the empty bombs,
full of ;

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 ugly"

"Is that a fantasy?" she asks

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


"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
Oct 2018 · 211
Fundamental Bird
The young bird sails,
the little purple currants
control the fear.
The fragile bite,
the real last supper
controls your mind.

How can you exist like a luxuriant high button shoe?
Are they selling flu?
Are you the schoolmaster and were you a no scholar?
Can you be sold?

"What's that?"
I don't know.
I have a vision of a ******,
Forest fires,
menstrual fluids,
a new language,
the divine messenger,
the hidden gods of blood
a single moment's pain.

The fundamental young bird now sails for a brief moment.
I will buy you all a ****** and a little persistence of memory

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 233
Self Portrait II
I have seen a man
watching me stare
at him
with a sense of loss
through a
shiny shiny
mirrored window.
Once I slept
besides a red telephone and
hung up on the
human race.
Again, I have seen that man
watch me stare
at him
with a sense of loss
but this time
through a
less shiny
mirrored window...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 214
Ordinary Saleslman
Beside my feet
there is a
quiet caterpillar.
beside the
caterpillar there is
a revolutionary frog.
besides the frog there is
pregnant sadness
with a large gasoline engine
beside the
engine there is a mirror
and in the mirror
there is a smile
looking back at me
beside me
there is a little box of flowers.
do you want some flowers?

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 367
Scarlet Flesh
If only I could give her
a rocket ship, the silent balcony & a mirrored box of golden cigarettes
If only I could give her more,
Will you come out then?
Will you?

If only I could penetrate
her frisky eardrum, her brown eyes beneath the crest of her strange empire
If only I could give her more,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?

If only I could watch
a falcon on her wrist
If only I could challenge her ******* for a duel
If only I could wrap myself in her scarlet flesh,
my dear heart
Will you come out then?
Will you shine?
If only I could give her more...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 427
Possible future
A beautiful white cat
sits on a
perfect piece of
and shows no interest both,
in the seduction
and the composition
of the
post *** zone

I think of it,
as the
possible future element...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 455
My eyes are
I don't pray
to those
high school gods.
I betray the
teachings of my mother.
I pull out of
my pocket
a pack of cigarettes.
my silence is
I talk like antibiotics,
tell me
can I still feast in an abnormal modesty?

-Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 188
I had a fun night with two.
One died and the other is starving.
They came to see me
like the mysterious sea about to *****,
the kind of sea where often in the evening a dozen clairvoyants ****** by every other god
come to drown!
I had a fun night with two.
One died before I could hold her and the other, I starved her to death.
Honey! Could you please get me my vegetarian horse.
I need to catch a revolutionary jellyfish then feed it with my idea of religion and let it dissolve in the mysterious sea.
You are stupid and so is your god!
I had a fun night with two...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 230
The Dichotomy of Love
She would tell me
about this
young black horse
how he used to run
through the forests
finding spots to bury
the perception of infinite love.

My adventures towards it saddened

She would then also tell me
about how he died of a
lung cancer &
that the perception of
infinite love was still alive,
unburied, undecorated
as it is, as it was.

My adventures towards it sweetened.

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 1.9k
It's alright
Soft driven
sudden fear
I'm getting out of here!
Please don't chase me tonight
it's alright...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 2.4k
The Angle
Consider a bee
while the sunbeams dance on a bench in front of a melting clock
Consider a bee
while the cradling mankind sees a gun under the pillow and feels safe.
The dust of the soul,
the soul dusts away
The bee
Interrupts a series of copulations
and a run across the industrial lawn

The sacrifice
of a fat lobster named eternal consciousness
garlic sliced bread & a fear of a thing
as per the given prescription?
am I right?

I have no more time for such nonsense,
Consider a bee
5 more minutes, a 90-degree angle, you are dead.

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 2.0k
In a graveyard by
a temple of maniacs
I dream to hold
your crippled hand
and cremate
my starving soul
in the space
the approval of your graceful thighs...

-Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 1.0k
Grand Uterus
I heard of a shamaness
who cures dogma
lays off documents
on the coast
of her ******,
swings her liberty torch!
and puts on a red cloth.
Her *******, like
fragile animals
Eyes like poison wells
across the
grand brows
and her smell wrapped
in a burnt sleep
ten thousand years.
She cures dogma!

I smoke too much
I dream of an explosion of the silver forests and
I want to fall as beautifully as the ballads tell,
I have held my breath and now I'm entering the coast of her ******...

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 2018 · 1.4k
Lipless grin
I sit by the window
In absent mindedness
Speaker of the so-called
grey crested emotions.
No more wine?
No more dead birds?
as happy as the outer space
as poor as my manhood.

I sit by the window
I touch you in the night
Like the hero of your dream
Prosecuted and paralyzed
by the hallowed love
I touch you cold,
tell me,
how close is this to a lipless grin? .

- Samar Charulingah Godfrey

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