Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2019
everyone looks
B'AH....
B'B'AAH
bad on c.c.t.v.,
esp.
when buying
the usual
suspects
on camera...

i heave 'ere
the assorted
limbo menu for:
a bottle of whiskey...
why oh my my...
aren't you
impressed?

what... saint-denis...
shooting and
subsequently
eating testicles?
does
it, or should it,
even matter?

no...
not really...
i have avenue V
in view...
and i'm like...
i tried to reason
with the world,
i am lost
to the world
attempting
to reason with me...
the world can
be what it does
as best:
implementing
the feud of
increments
  in the 0.000 basin...
tiresome reprieve...
i, ship,
having sought out
a basis for a harbor,
finding none...
Paris circa 2004...
it snowed,
i felt inclined
to don a hood...
and...

      if i were to be
bound to the chains
and shackles...
and i didn't "feel"
like talking?
           it's almost
pretend in faking
weak...
nearing being *****,
being a bank-boy-broker...
it's like:
waiting,
   and i fudge myself
into wanting to:
pluck a plum
and mantra:
michael myers:

ian brady wanted
to be ingested
by the Ganges with
a score from Berlioz...
to accompany him...

me?
     anything by
      Händel will do...

Eden's Cain Superstar...

to have to refrain from
entrusting the stature
of journalist,
being akin to politicians:
to heave a lost
belief in journalism,
qua equal to politicians?

and i haven't killed someone,
in that,
the grey didn't wake
anyone,
nor tabloid laid anyone
to scoop up a worth
sleep...

        and, it's as if...
what is to remain is a slim's
scuttle's worth of:
the dire,
        and what else remains
to be uninhibited
              breed.

little people & their
little agonies...
                baron folk & their...
stipends in agitating
  days of having lived
and yet: being outlived...

shavings & scraps
upon the tide's whims,
lost, yet orientating:
the breath of sea:
against the tired sire
of the broken bread
of the entombing shore.

as i am to heave a broken
ankle,
a fractured wing...
i am...
    pebble on the puzzled-word's
worth of chess,
pyramid of pawn...
and:
sly move -
an agitated kin of king.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
77
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems