October 5, 2009

But...


It's nearly 6 am here, too late to sleep...another sleepless night. Might as well use it, squeeze it, until its last drop before the sun rises and exposes me...

Hiding, in her tenebrous folds, I write away...like some thief stealing in the middle of the night...like some lover waiting for his beloved to appear with the morning dew...

But am hurrying up...

But am snatching the lines...every comma, every full stop, every pause,

Greedily devouring the page before the light hits my page

a missile, a mortar bomb, an explosion...

But, but, but...

sounds like a machine gun spraying bullets across...

but, but, but....

sounds like a row of quacking ducks,

but, but, but...

sounds like the West, like the left, like the right, like the center,

like the invisible man

like a sniper.

but, but, but...

In between the raped butts and the buts,

I search for mine...

cigarette butts, flower buds,

bouts and buts...

But you know

But you have to understand

But you see

But it was proven that

But evidence shows

But figures tell

But Mr.X reported

But Mrs Y stated

But this is a reputable organization and it said

But our satellites spotted it

But our intelligence survey proved it

But our agents told us

but, but, but...

Sodomized butts and buts

cigarettes butts and buts

Jasmin flower buds

in Remembrance...



But why ?

No reason

I just felt like it.