East West Doom

Eyes fixated above a perforated skyline and your feet pointing east, west

Stubborn in your repelling congeniality, the one you use

For better or for worse despite my many protests

Don’t you cease, look at that sky and deduce

A thousand misinterpreted ways to make me feel like shit


The pillars on the corner, next to the lonesome church and trampled bus stop

The pillars, tender in my fading memory, my willingly withering memory

The pillars that love to make me hate my own hometown

For it’s tainted of you, relentlessly imbibed of you, the skyline corrupted by your eyes

Of looking above us together, an act of the night, a remembrance of the day


East, west, as if you didn’t know, in all your certainty, which direction to choose

So you obey by the middle at all times, dictated by equally repelling forces

Magnets of a ball and chain, the fate of your stride in the hands of sanguineous

Intent for sentimental bloodshed. No, congealed blood; its origin of many sources

Primarily my welcomed desire to accept the curdles by the masses, in honour of

What we could never be


I honour the never and your east west ways

It taught me about human nature, about the repelling congeniality of

Imminent natural stubborns, a river with no tolerance for delays

A grandiose impending doom, impatience, immediacy, thereof

You craved for so majorly, that one more day was an insult to you.

Unwavering sleep, which I forge out of depths of my own hell Gingerly lies, to all but self. Putrid kennel, ‘Dare I join the beasts?’ Is but a question to all whose hearts, it beats Tender night, to v

The sun, hissing my name, called me forth My day of reckoning, brought alive by charred pavements A sun-smog that told a certain half-truth I, imbibed, embalmed, stepped into the world And let it dict

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it Effortless, you drip with honey and tar Enough of it to leave me won