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Mateuš Conrad Feb 2019
i could eat a bun of bread,
with green fills of veg.,
and a blue indian curry
sauce:
and... no ****** in sight...
and i thouhgt:
how did their cuisine
and their theology kept
them... intact?!

                the prominent
argument against the colonizing,
in post-scriptum
white man...
oh, hell,
i'm just a drunk...
you fiddle it out!

  but when i ate the sauce i cooked
myself,
and didn't eat any meat...
i started to realize...
YOU BECOM VEGGIE...
BUT NO VEGGIE
SPICIES...
SALT... & PEPPER!
TRASH!
YOU EAT VEGGIE
WITH SIBERIAN
TOOLS OF CULINARY...
STUPENDOUR!

no... i could become vegetarian...
once your burn my tongue...
once you burn WHITE
into your...
             lazy sorry ***** of
being...
  how come
the west indies...
the caribbean blacks
didn't entertain being
moved back to the west coast
of africa?!

subjective... what?!
******?!
i thought i was the magic
disappearing jew
of the europeans for a while?
no?

listen... i don't care...
the english are still the people
who care to play cricket
among their former
colonial subjects,
and send, eddie the eagle types
to ski jump among germans
and the japanese!

oh... but you are...
  "welcome"!
high-pitched: he he he he he he!
so i read yiou reading me
as ******?
yes?
         we're fine with that!
"we" yeah...
did that imply the pronoun
utility of "you",
or "one"...
                           or "i"?
see... thing with these english
people:
i... never know!
i bind myselfto finding
the intelligent "one"...
i never find anything other than
the irish, or alien-speculation...
then i drink enough,
take the pills...
fall asleep...
  sleep...
and...
          tomorrow is no better
than today...
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
MORNING
NON-MIRRORING
VIETNAM!

it's a fetish for a ******...
like... revival of the degenerate
nature of the Polish-Commonwealth
nobles... albeit in England...
grammar... grammar was involved?!
****!
normans?! no... swedes?!
i'm pwetty suwe the fwench
didn't awwive...
         the Spanish Armada!

no...
        what?!
just me?
                honest to god...
you can be a god honest
polytheist...
and a vegetarian...
once you have the spices...
no spices: no go go slaughtering
the pig...    

            all the spices of
the Punjab, the Bengal...
honest to god,
you keep your deities...
have them,
if only the part of me
that was a slav that
also wasn't a Russian...

blue Indian! superior cooking!
superior theology!
no cricket!
no stupid rock game
and no no socks game!
you win!
i will become vegetarian!
just send us the spices!
i will not eat the meat
once you send us the spices
to accompany the veg.
to sub. the meat!

that one sauce of y'er...
poppy seeds...
kashmiri chillies...
dry coconut...
         no PORK...
i promise you...
no PORK...
no Russians in Afghanistan...
but none of your
MADE IN CHINA
toothpicks around 'ere
either...
deal?

p.s. this was always
going to be a failure...
but it was always worth
the blockage game of
stalling...
the inevitable script
of: tsunami anti unus...

          i don't even like
"my tribe"...
                  but i was almost
convinced to turning
vegetarian
via all the indian spices
being employed...
    you can only become
veggie with the right sort
of spices...
the spices i was given
to enlist me in reverting
to a... alternative "gnosis"?
salt... pepper...
now...
            can i nibble
       on a ***** from Beirut?!
no... literally,
with the language
i use...
you will not have
to will or want
to address me
with a dear x,
and a sincerely y...
        
          but given that
you are all for formality...
hell...
   you pet the puppy; savvy?
no...
        in a world
where you both need
Jesus Christ and
Pontius Pilate...
you... need... neither.
Semihten5 May 2017
they thought the sun was gone
everyone has different sun
they were so wrong

they thought the music had ended
there were birds
why they've never heard of

they thought the pain won't end
whereas each curtain a separate role
they where shocked

they thought get is remote possiblty
was knock on the door
their expected were  come

they hugged tightly they thought it wouldn't be  but they were wrong
UnfoundYet Aug 2018
There are two people
who I love the most
Fire and Water
this is how they are going to be called.
They are so similar
in many different ways
Both stubborn, powerful and strong
They do not like to be wrong.
They bring life,
and joy,
to every event we attend
Fire with its stormy energy,
Water with a smile which never ends.
They taught me the difference
between good and bad
The things that matters,
things that I can never forget.
I loved the way it felt,
when it was just the three of us
I loved that it felt as the whole world could be ours.
They have been so close for such a long time,
connected with a never ending line.
If Fire thought something, Water spoke it out loud
If Water felt anything, Fire already knew what it was about.
I wanted to be like you, and I tried for so long
But it's useless, even now that I've managed to do so.
Useless because you left,
you decided to take different paths
I got distracted for a second,
I didn't think it would have been enough.
It feels as you have just reached
two opposite sides of the road
And you both think it is too late to go home.
Now I have to stay still, in silent
As your fights break my heart
I have to be quiet, while my life falls apart.
I thouhgt I could do something,
I thought I knew how to act
but right now,
all I have left,
is a huge panic attack.
Amanda Bordrup Dec 2014
I thouhgt you were a flower, but really, you were a whole meadow.
I thought you were a tear, but really, you were a whole ocean.
I thought I was a poet, but really, I was a poem.
I thought I was an eagle, but really, i was a sparrow.
I thought you were an illusion, but really, you were the most honest truth.
A truth I never thought I would experience outside my imagination.






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