Category Archives: Recollecting Insanity

only if there’s a last supper after my “last supper…”

if i let my tongue burn, sometimes i think i would die. sometimes i think i would die if i let you fall under my breath where i hide my bread crumbs. it’s because they didn’t teach me misery right. … Continue reading

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My Last Night

I charred their bones that night when I let the snow fall up my nose. Convincing myself that falling stars were meant to breathe in like the Indian breeze is meant for scorched skin. My sin was begging for snow. … Continue reading

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Syncing in Baths

He stranded me in ultraviolet pick-storms surrounded by satanic crosses on Lincoln avenue. Addressing the concert hall required decoding 666. One more 24 to 2424… it all starts making sense! Riddle this, pull out your tarots: I was two-thirds dressed … Continue reading

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there’s a liquid sky with every star posing as incense– as feathers. feathers fall below me; I’m losing my marbles or unwinding these strings. this yarn is glued—plaster holds veins keeping my eyes tucked away it’s superstition– the conch shells. … Continue reading

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dandelion halo

drop another dandelion on my head and promise me the spring again again again. promise me, madness, promise me madness before the end of the string, the stem– tie me in knots so i never forget the yang that i, … Continue reading

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I’m Here Again

It’s remembering why you left that reminds you why you’re here. The pavement pulls on memories like trying to pull your cat from his rest. It’s painful because you want to forget. It’s painful because you’d rather rest. Nothings changed. … Continue reading

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Thinks I Thought

I ask the paper to lie and pry in the corners of my mind so I could know where my thoughts went that night and all the nights that followed with all the drugs that flowed. It all came to … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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Solicit in Sanskrit

Life is not atman. Life is not seen. Brahman,       please define my life       by something other                  than me. Kama takes over. Jiva take cover. What tattva? This maya,       no satya—       samyama!       KAIVALYA! I have no … Continue reading

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Their Eyes

Her reflection is rotting in blues To think she was nothing more than a muse. And projections of distant memories prove That such a conclusion lies in such truth Despite the difference of their iris’ hue: An endless black hole … Continue reading

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