A Day’s Random Statements
8:09AM ..............................
some reasons kicked me out of the bed
i knew not, but the nightmare;
reality, as if it’s a better bet
8:45AM ..............................
now sadly our words count not
the money is just papers;
nothing matters: even life
9:20AM ..............................
we seek justification
when all we want is a revolution
when we realise we are our own enemy
9:26AM ..............................
we cannot knock ourselves down
we can only hurt ourselves
ask the lovelorn college kid
10:33AM ..............................
shot or hurt, in Hundung, Lalboi only likes
the best pork and an acoustic guitar
fuck the highwaymen and their motherlands
10:35AM ..............................
Lady Justice is blindfolded
she cannot even see which is which
no wonder always the authority grins
11:27AM ..............................
i was waiting for a reply
nothing beats...
but waiting
11:50AM ..............................
we can recollect in a linear line
as straight as the mountain roads,
we exist in multiple lines
12:01PM ..............................
time and tide wait
when the ball is in your court
i have all the day for you
12:55PM ..............................
while everyone is looking for love
while everyone is making love
the government is looking for free sex
1:40PM ..............................
we belong to the MTV generation
they belong to the Facebook generation
together, we are the fucked-up generation
2:28PM ..............................
one whole page of newspapers
it’s all they can do — public ad
— in the entire five years
2:35PM ..............................
regular electricity outside the home
regular water, regular life, outside;
ironical irregularities of life at home
3:00PM ..............................
two hundred and ninety-eight people killed
a hundred deaths everyday
the price of humanity
4:40PM ..............................
as the day gets old
the night gets young
Janus rigged the eternal duality
4:56PM ..............................
we live in years
we die in years
the cigarette packet, by the number of sticks
5:15PM ..............................
i have a piece of space on rent
the landlord waits nearly a year to raise the rent
for the money grows on trees
6:42PM ..............................
the comfort of old-time centre
and the sudden sidekick, and living on the edge
the history of nations
7:20PM ..............................
sometimes the only reason to live is living,
and to die is again living
and for living i don’t even stay at home
8:15PM ..............................
i’m used to the darkness;
and the day is slowly disappearing
but the night has its own light
9:22PM ..............................
our masters do not care for day and night
it only matters where they are fine to give heads
defile the land with cum and we are drown in it
10:55PM ..............................
does it even matter,
when making a living is more important,
to talk about butterflies and colourful skies?
11:30PM ..............................
the poet says he knows why the birds sing
the scientist says he knows the birds’ song
the lost boy appears and pulls out his sling and takes aim
12:56AM ..............................
the clocks go by seconds
the clime by seasons
my life by everydayness
Concluded.
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