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.
