I started thinking that ‘love’ is evil
vengeful
it’s hate
it’s murderous
so I’ll forget this whole business
and go
to meet
Karakoram mountains instead
or something like that
for a while
before I get back to dreadful London
to deal with all this deathly business
of
flowers
All this darkness
is gone
can’t believe there is light
and everything is illuminated now in London
not dark alleys
the passions of mystery
normal day
Highbury fields
quiet
can’t believe what was happening in those places at nights
parallel life
secret incognito
undercover
agents of opposite forces
kissed and clashed
nobody knows about it
hash
the result of the love-war is unclear
it is possible that still there is a stronghold
with forces gathering and ready from both fierce directions
and that the battle is finished but war is raging on
with double force
Still nothing about love, Virgin
just spikes and shiny steel
no dead people rising
no kisses
no warm
schizophrenic galaxy
boredom
lucifer is encircling me two days in a row
this week
it is stifling
lucifer on monday
another on tuesday
hope there will be rain
on wednesday
or at least
a rose, with spikes made of her
anger
there is no love in your galaxy,
virgin
expensive diamond skulls
jewellery
I have lost the meaning of waiting
for your sign
I’m lost
and buried
deep deep down
in a darkly underground
Romeo and Juliet can’t meet
they are banished behind the city walls
in opposite directions
because it was not love
dirty leaves
Romeo and Juliet can’t meet.
Complete freedom is abandonment
orphans are free
free to kiss the tree
and sleep under it
on dirt
I am contemplating my new unexpected connection with the clouds
If I could understand why my mind sways
why it is not satisfied with surface existence
creating mystery and mischief
illegalities
why it is not real in spiritual emptiness
why it needs danger and complications
adventures on the London bridge
the night
the kiss
on the verge of the Tamise
why
can’t it concentrate deeply
on cooking in the domestic cauldron
why my mind
flies
to your lips
You need to understand me
you are just a white whore
you, and your yoga pornography
I hear it everyday
It’s not my fault
That’s how it is
I am a man
34
I can import myself a young Asian from abroad
and teach her how to behave
at 50 or so one day when I get a job
I’m an attractive man
and you
I can have you when I feel like it
I am a man
you need to understand me
I am a man
and you are a white whore
what is love
I really don’t know
I fear you might expose me
you will ruin my name
I have already told everyone and my mother
that you are dangerously insane
like princess Diana and all the white whores
hungry for mediterranean men
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