at some point in my life molly was my best and only friend.
molly showed me my life didn’t have to end.
molly gave me confidence, i didn’t know i had in me.
molly filled me with excitement and glee.
whenever molly left i felt a deep uncomfortable empty sorrow.
so deep it felt impossible to burrow.
molly wiped my tears when i wanted to cry.
molly made me see i didn’t need to die.
although i thought molly was my saviour.
i didn’t realise how much she affected my behaviour.
molly would travel through my mouth to my mind.
molly made my true self hard to find.
molly had ruined my life in may,
mollies true name was MDMA.
Categories:
mollies, addiction, best friend, depression,
Form: Rhyme
We have lost our sense of humor.
We chase the alligator
down Front Street,
past Mollies Convenience Store
and the County Clerk- Recorder Office.
He’s taken us under
a red sky grand,
hardly noticed.
Were it not for the children
riding on his back,
we would let him go.
They sit on him,
smooth as a new wallet,
shoes, purse.
Where in our imagination,
we ask ourselves,
have we seen this kind of thing before?
Yes, where?
Following the tip of his tail
as he heads for the culvert
we move as one,
an army
uncertain of its purpose.
Categories:
mollies, satire,
Form: Free verse
Late hours of evening, back to home alone
Lizards preying on insect, cockroach flying happily
No old nets of derelict spiders in dark blue airs
Archipelago scenery grinning on my coming back
(Neon Tetra, Guppies, Oscar, Mollies, Zebra Danios…etc)
Aquarium fishes configuring themselves as pike’s teeth
Ideal lazy books on shelf peeping me all behind black regime door
On the kingdom of plain dust your footprints calling me
I'll find you before my ever sleeping on the blue valley of death
As angelic child your sleeping enjoy the nimbus in overshadow nights
All delightful rest will be with your tears on golden eyes of sun
Tissue of heart will wipe your all pain by sparkling hand of moon
Your stainless eyes will lay down with dream touching
Piece of death history will not come to you as the festival cake
Although Death enjoys pains and Night is it bosom collaborator in elegy
Yet, my love roses are your undying friend from my endless walking path
Late or soon
I’m your boon
Everywhere together, not alone
Even if, bleached by the sun and scorched by the moon!
-November 20, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
mollies, how i feel,
Form: Free verse