Cliffhanger Murphy had overcome all of life’s trivialities as a young boy. His father always told him there was nothing more fulfilling than reaching one’s peak. And so he sought out to conquer mountains, it was a purpose he gave to the rest of his life. The youngling used to climb into class through the window by the time he was fifteen. Continue reading
They came like Wall Street protesters, they took our food, they shat in our water tanks, they stomped on our hopes. Two weeks ago, Captain Smeagol called for shots to celebrate the success of Project Copper Ape’s launch. Two days ago, Captain Smeagol’s intestines were crocheted on the circuit boards of Charles’ banana dispenser. Continue reading
From Blood to Dust
30,000 men, 300,000 pints of blood, 1,000,000 pints of ale, charging towards each other with the fury of a war orphan, armed with war music, in a valley unnamed
25,000 men, hungry for a promised heaven, thirsty for revenge Continue reading
My dear Destiny,
You and I both thought I would go after losing my body parts to a four footed fire farting falcon from far far away. It happened! But only in the last issue of that comic book spin off about me. But let me let you know, retirement homes are for the dead, they don’t let me listen to Motörhead here, they say it’s not good for my health. Continue reading
All we did was breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
Till our breaths were a mix of minty coal and dirty water, we exhaled zesty chalk outlines
Till our brains throbbed beneath our skull plates and our bowels shook like earthquakes Continue reading
You feel like you met her the moment you were born, she is an open book to read and you are dyslexic
Her twitter bio says her favorite color is turquoise, her favorite number is six and she likes coffee bars
The skies are so bright and blue that even the sun is squinting, and you are holding a purple umbrella after you finally walk to her doorstep to face her Continue reading
Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-am–uh-kee]: an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.
A fresh start, in the comfort of discomfort, is a monster sized bite on the pie chart of the things I need
So then, when I try to kiss you, why does your visage taste like omelette du fromage?
I would answer that question, but then I’d have to question my answer considering how I’ve been swinging for way too long to know that I really am Tarzan and that this skin is just a facade I wear to hide my superhero costume Continue reading
Here I was, at the barstool, I mean, what better way to kick start the weekend than by spending your pay on cheap vodka shots and deep philosophical thoughts with your cubicle friends, who are all alpha males with beta reasoning skills and gamma temperaments.
Ten minutes past midnight and we were already spewing wisdom like snake monks, unfortunately, thanks to Basheer, and his amazing tendency to stir random substances that altered brain waves into our drinks. These substances were either made in secret laboratories or secreted by various life forms, our dear friend Ranjish Patel Kumar Turbanfulk jr was now Scottish and took his pants off because he wanted to feel the air flow through his legs and feel the comfort of a kilt. Continue reading
The world around General Heisenberg was clashing, as he knew war was immanent. The General gathers his troops around the table for his briefing. “Soldiers!” As he looked at his fat Sergeant, Roethlisberger and his 1st Lieutenant, Fritz. “We are under attack and we need to act now!” Looking closely at them he decides to send them off first. “We shall send in a squad, you two should be in it. I have already sent in Sergeant Colace down for recon, but he has been missing for sometime now!” A huge rumble came as the enemies fired a warning shot. Continue reading
In order to understand this, you must first learn who Noah really is.
The contents in a plate composed of a decomposing mashed potato hallucinogenic salad and carcinogenic beer stains that had soaked the velvet sheet which slipped off the bed onto the carpet
Oozed through the spaces between Noah’s toes as he took a step and walked butt naked with a limp towards the shower
Drunk on deep space dilemmas and the intense scent of lingerie that lingered through his nostrils and made its way to his brain Continue reading
How can you be so sure? You loved another yesterday
You walked away when she suffered and watched her suffocate
How can I let you make the same mistake once again?
When this young heart of yours bears no battle scars and doesn’t know the pain
of being left behind as an option trying to chase the last train
Oh it felt like the right track? I think you were on the wrong lane Continue reading
On the sidewalk that I walk on with a walkman on
The smell of the rain, the vapors from this cup of tea coating the walls of my oesophagus
With my head low, I see the remains of what left some high before on the floor below Continue reading
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Then I guess a poem paints a vivid picture
So I consider every word I see the part of a holy scripture
Now if I need to find a balance, I need to discard
All that I’ve held on to, the pharamaceutical prescriptions Continue reading
What constitutes the word glass?
I’m not going back to secrets or scratches
I’m here to light your candles without a box of safety matches
Talking about Newton splitting light with prisms in the attic
bulletproof windshields, dreams and even a little magic Continue reading
Secrets, out the deep dark blue
The voices outside my head seep through
As I unwillingly break a dozen promises
Unaware of the captives that it’s held over time Continue reading