contemporary poetry

a stroll

flux

I saw it
and
I knew

my heart
was laying
there
on the
streets

I came closer
and studied
it

it was half
an apple
no bites
not even a nibble

and in it
was all
that I call
my heart

what is the meaning of life
asked a kid
as he pulled on
my sleeve

nothing is what it seems
I said

I left the
half-apple
behind
uncertain of
where it will end

it’s
strange
as it
is

to find
my essence
in such a
trivial object
standing still
amongst all
the flux

so I walked
away
not caring
of the consequence
of caring
too little about
what consequences
are

whatever
that means.

 

 

 

of whatness

piece of truth

what
was
it

this
fable
of deformities

life

when all
thought
is of the size
of a grain
of rice

and you shave
to feel the snow
on your cheeks

clueless

of how you
indefatigably
will love
the next
occurrence

in this
fable
of ideal
encounters
with something
real.

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

casually

unknown sky

Reality too sad
to be entrusted to the permanence of oblivion.

a young syllable
could escape

and make
a sun
within its
hermetic shadows.

I will remember the meaninglessness
how everything became
justified in its destruction,
a collapse so universal, it happens in an instant.

I dream about nothing and nothingness dreams about me.

Like two lovers morning and evening
rip off their names
and lie naked in the pure event.

I remember the laughter of the mystic,
his eyes flapping like wings in the open sky.

The mist of words
dissolving like incense
into the unknown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

an apology

cigarette poetry

I took your lighter
because it contained
the history of fire

I lit up a cigarette
melting the tobacco
into the fluid of smoke
lava pouring into my lungs
and my pupils expanded
as ripples on glass

I took a sip of tea
heavy with that coat of earth
my tongue
plowing
through its spicy furrows

at this speed
my head was dizzy
banging against
the horizons of
abstraction

I was hungry
licking the enamel walls
of totality
dissolving its porticos
its buttresses
its ornaments
as my appetite
grew
with these ecstatic
fragments

I flicked
off the ash
and walked
away with
your lighter

sorry.

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

Swathed

 

when did it begin?
accidentally
reaching intelligence’s cul de sac
walking away with empty pockets
haven thrown all theories away
like burnt shreds of money
now dripping after
falling into a puddle of sensation
nothing belonging to me above or below
I foresee the outcome already –
a maddening silence
staring out the window
because the birds
are pretty.

 

 

Modern Poetry

the only thing worth knowing

I changed sides
of the road
walking
perhaps
to some ultimate
destination
I was wrong
it was only
another sidewalk
I had been
doing nothing
staring at letters
in books
without
knowing their meaning
the coffee got cold
I go for walks
when I get tired
of sitting.

I’d like to say
this is all true
but I only have
noise and vague memory
I have no idea
what I did
today.

NIHILISTIC Poetry

the world of men

World of men

I cannot wait
to be in your teeth
ripped apart
in black disguise
by your plotted fangs
and crushing grand schemes
I can’t wait
to be flotsam
that nobody finds
in your sea of control
rotten planks
sinking into an insignificant
quiet disappearance
I cannot wait
a minute longer
to be fake rice
in your fields of expansion
never becoming
more than a spot
of white nothingness
amidst your supreme
everything .

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry Blog

empty course

The petal has rivers

long opulent light against the breast
solely swirls in silent colors
my skin upon the sky’s skin –

certainties are wrestling
over collapsing possibilities

the leap has a tinge of sorrow
the chain rattles

a river of petals
aging
on an empty
course to bliss.

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Nihilistic Poetry Blog