capture this ugly moment
buried in the dusk and blue boredom
slurping down disgusting alcohol-free beer,
munching on instant noodles seasoned
with slices of slim sausage,
scrolling thru yet another platitudinous series
about a detective fighting his demons and crime.
o, fuck, I'm dining, why show that much blood?
another evening meets me an inferior being.
you've got 10 minutes to get me hooked,
that's how much I need to finish my dinner.
i drink this horse piss and watch this dogshit.
well, ain't i just like Bukowski
of the 21st century?
times have changed, but things stay as they always were.
that's my personal evening, i spend it
as i want, i own it; in the morning
i'll be a completely different person,
i'll tell you a completely different story.
dang, i forgot to wash my socks,
tho these scumbags have holes in them,
i should trash those rags.
and i fucking hate going shopping for clothes,
yes i do. i do. i do!
maybe i should have a woman in my life.
maybe i'm getting older, i'm getting old,
maybe i should stop writing poetry, fuck poetry,
it's no good for my chronic headaches.
-- THE END --
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FRAGMENTS OF A SHATTERED SOUL.
In the small, wind-swept town of Eldridge, there lived a man named Gabriel Ashcroft. Gabriel was a relic of a bygone era, his life marked by tragedy and loss that had carved deep lines into his weathered face. Eldridge was a place where time seemed to stand still, its cobblestone streets and ivy-clad cottages remnants of a past that refused to fade. Yet, even in this quaint setting, Gabriel’s presence was a shadow, a constant reminder of a heart forever fractured.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 4 days ago in Poets
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“scrolling thru yet another platitudinous series about a detective fighting his demons and crime. o, fuck, I'm dining, why show that much blood? another evening meets me an inferior being.“ *chef’s kiss* rhythm—wow. (I pictured you were watching Luther, lol) Stunning poem, as always. Those dark, uncomfortable moments of unsatisfactory solitude—I’ve known what that is like. Makes you question all the things you’ve hitherto enjoyed, makes you wanna upend it all and start over, or just quit. A fantastic way to make such an evening into a heard hitting piece. 👏💜 And I loved your diction throughout!
Oh I soooo love watching shows with a lot of blood. Especially when I'm eating, lol! Also, word of advice, no matter how bored you are, never get a woman! 🤣🤣🤣
I've never understood drinking any kind of beer, though my father-in-law always said there was nothing better for quenching your thirst on a hot summer day (& my wife tends to agree), lol. But I feel your angst, Andrei.
Such a relatable piece - made me smile especially in the beginning parts. It's like I just knew what you meant! Well done.
Another quirky piece! Why is poetry not good for your chronic headaches? ☺️
I sense a theme... And I had a free non-alcoholic beer last night. Attitude deserved. ;)
Whoa!!! Feels good to get it all out! Never had ramen with slim jims before, sounds interesting. And please give poetry one more fighting chance. It needs you!
What I take away from this is the instant noodles. That's your salvation here. Socks will always be holy.
that's the spirit - keep 'em coming 😁
It's busy in your brain isn't it 😁