Torn

Dear God, I know you told us, Not to ask you about tomorrow’s food, Cause you haven’t asked us, About tomorrow’s sins. But I’m looking at this angel sleeping on my arms, And I’m wondering, About tomorrow. I’m torn between so many worlds, My Albanian roots calling, My Japanese life, Asking me to stay. Only yesterday, I flew in through Germany, Where I once grew up, Fleeing from the monstrosities, Taking over the Balkans. God, The day before yesterday, I played with the toes of my high school friend. We were sitting in the park and I just reached to her toes, And discovered a wormhole through time. She’s married now, And I had to assure her, That me reaching down her toes, Didn’t have any erotic hidden meanings! My...

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Cigarettes After Sex

1. I asked her if she liked, Cigarettes after sex, She said, “Ufff, I hate smoking” I said, “Wow, Slow down girl, I’m asking about the band” She laughed at the way, I twisted my words, With double meaning, Like a blue devil. 2. I had painted in her mind, A picture of us smoking, After potentially having sex, But she hated smoking, And she might hate the sex as well, I thought to myself, But that won’t be anything new, Would it? All there remains is Despair, As an answer to the existential dilemma. 3. We made mad love that night, Without strings attached, And we had a lot of “Cigarettes after Sex”, Before, during and after it. 4. Bukowski was right, Poetry is what happens, When nothing else can happen, When all you can do, Is to try to melt your submission, Inside...

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