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Haris Sep 24
i can only write what i know

otherwise it’s fiction
which sadly tends
  to be more exciting

people get uglier by the day:
social recluses in some nightclub
hunch further below quasimodo
posting woke quotes
and autosexual photos

   while some poor *******
tries to find the right words
to send his dead friend off
with enough facebook love
so he feels loved

and let me ask you this:
when has pop fiction ever
come true

well?

to name a few:
2001: a space odyssey
1984 and
the wreck of the titan: or, utility

if i’m alive
   long enough
i may rewrite fiction into fact

i may outlive this boring life
and all its success

and be constantly
on the watch
for facts
  of death

face-wrecked on some beach
no pornstar would ever take
her clothes off in
let alone a loved one

spending the last of my days
    watching misdirected love
in a room
curtains drawn
the only slit of light
*******
through an apple
computer screen
only to be filled with
some other man's day

them ****** corporate snakes
are always tempting us
mere mortals for just a morsel

the bible was right

eventually

with a *** bottle washed up in my belly
the message read: bile on my desk

with me lying dead
my blank pages filled
with sick

i can only write what i know
don’t blame me for the mess
Haris Sep 21
some people

are in need

of anything

but love
their houses a mess

their phones
have history
of dodgy premium rate
numbers

cheapened briefly
by  calls from their mothers

the ******* the phone says
she's 24 and
would walk in his door
if she didn't have to chat
to all the other men

drinking
desperados through a

straw

"man
never to be seen again"

reads the article

hung himself using a belt
his ex wife gifted him to wear

only for his kid to wear
the marks of it
  
the man outgrew the belt
fattened up like a farmer's
mancalf ready for slaughter

somewhere between mcdonald's
and pubs that weren't actually pubs

he decided enough was enough

"some people"
says the woman on the train

peering up from her paper
at some manchild
clipping his kid’s ears
Haris Sep 21
some people

are in need

of anything

but love
their houses a mess

their phones
have history
of premium rate
numbers

cheapened briefly
by  calls from their mothers

the ******* the phone says
she's 24 and
would walk in his door
if she didn't have to chat
to all the other men
drinking
desperados through a

straw

'man
never to be seen again'
reads the article

hung himself using a belt
his ex wife gifted him to wear

only for his kid to wear
the marks of it
  
the man outgrew the belt
fattened up like a farmer's
mancalf ready for slaughter

somewhere between mcdonald's
and pubs that weren't actually pubs

he decided enough was enough

'some people'
says the woman on the train

peering up from her paper
at some manchild
clipping his kid's ear
Haris Sep 21
i flick a fly out the sink
so it doesn’t sink

how does
the most worthless
annoying creature
in this house have wings?

maybe i just saved a fallen angel

from a shitless life

maybe that’s our prize
for not even hurting a fly and

buddhists were right all along
but with sadistic undertones
or they  simply
don't believe    in doing god's
***** work

so

next time i see a fly
i’ll grab the sun
newspaper
and whack it
put it out its misery
from having wings that
only take them to ****
places

i rested on the wings of my parents

when young

they flew me to the south of france

year after year
***** hair after ***** hair

until it all stopped when bush

came

along in 2001

that ****** ruined everything
Haris Sep 20
if you must leave

if you must leave and i too
the streets are only going to be lonelier
our beds lonelier       still

the coffee in
our mornings will be lost
clogging  our drains

cause we don’t have use
for two servings
of coffee  
when we can’t even    sleep badly

anyway

later that day i sadly discovered
my local
store doesn’t stock
   one person french presses

another annoyingly romantic
thing about the french

the shopkeeper suggested
i try instant coffee

he clearly knows nothing about
quality coffee

or helping a customer in need
of goods  
no shop stocks

not even seedy    kinds

you see

instant coffee
for all its hotness  
has always
upset my belly



i much prefer the slower
drawn       down        weight  of
moments      before indulging

at least you know it’s worth something
more than starbuck
stands for

and less upsetting
on      the inside
Haris Sep 20
poetry is a strange thing

listen to a homeless man on the street
typewrite his words on wine-stained paper
slap bukowski
across the signature
pass it off as his own
and literature
would revere it

'poetry is a strange thing'
says the homeless man
reading the big issue
'who is this joker pretending to
be bukowski? i could write
better and i’m sober'
Haris Aug 31
Text messages are what cavemen
Oh sorry
Cave people
Used to call eye contact
(And possibly some form of
suggestive grunting)
Or at least
That's how history writes itself
I wonder what cave people
Would have thought of
Sending an orifice shaped finger
And water splash emojis
As a means of foreplay
To a potential mate?
They would have probably
Thrown the ****** phone away
And simulated the act
Using their actual fingers and spit

And to think they could have lit
Their cave
With the backlight of a phone

Oh wait

That would mean they'd
Have to have ***
With all their underevolved bits
In view

What selfrespecting cave person
Would want to do that?
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