Desire Extended
When the hideous turn kinky, sickening amalgamated rot
Righteous words of irony, intoxicated in madness and lust
Hunger turns superfluous and existing beyond nourish
Like dirty thoughts that creep thru minds flawed beyond repair
Desire to be amoral, ‘too drunk’ to be seduced
Don’t thy want to be free, free to be the poet’s muse
The Desire No. 3
Desire to be amoral, ‘too drunk’ to be seduced.
Don’t thy want to be free, free to be the poet’s muse?Count Opinoid
The Desire No. 2
Desire to be hideous, flawed beyond repair.
Don’t thy want to be free, free to be Yoda’s lure? Count Opinoid
The Desire No. 1
Desire to be amorphous and stoned like ‘The Doors’.
Don’t thy want to be free, free to be the village whore?Count Opinoid
Glorious Feeling
Lazy lost looming large
In hazy haste hypothetical halves
Flees and flies flung in flaps while
Knees and nieces noosed and knot
Crazy cars carry my crap
On their crazy bonnets tied in frap
Scores of ants march to their doom
They are just faces and no soul attached
Further on lies my hitch
The redeemer and his redeeming touch
Pity me for I shall be lynched
Beaten down into a indistinguishable pulp
I woke up on the side of my bed
That didn’t let me ride the morning rush
High by noon and down by the hour
The glorious feeling just fell apartCount Opinoid
Fuck this!
Broken nose
Watering hose
And everyday is a fucking bore
Needless guise
Suburban lice
My bus back home is a fucking high
Reeking sweat
We just met
And life became a tangled net
Boisterous roar
I need an encore
Cause all my friends just refuse to score
Languid walk
In a filthy block
And every step takes me off the clock
Sardonic whore
And the colored door
Can’t get in, didn’t wanna get sore
Penniless nights
Wandering in tights
My views keep shifting from left to right
Homicidal eyes
Revel at my sight
And if this was my night, I would’ve died!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Count Opinoid
Uno liner
"Catastrophe looms over the unconscious and backfires on the conscious" - Count Opinoid
Tear Drenched Poem
These tears wont’ drench every purpose of my being
They just smudge the words n’ wipe them unwritten
Neither they clog, every thought and every feeling
They just muzzle their sounds n’ make them inaudible
But in the muddled pool that gathers all my seepage
N’ drops of salt water, ink and discharged mucus
Lay the unwritten and the invisible meaning
And the little shreds washed of my hollow beingCount Opinoid
And the rest
"Poetry written in un-poetic sense reaches unreality in hyper space and time" – Count Opinoid
‘Sick Boy’ Johnny (or Prudes Turn Over)
‘Sick boy’ Johnny went beating his drum.
Crying out loud to make it look like fun.
Like a pernicious virus that whipped out the sick.
‘Sick boy’ Johnny went chopping every fornicating prick
‘Sick boy’ Johnny was sick in is head
He wasn’t some introvert who stuck to his bed
He had a rabid plan to convert every mortal
Into prudes who were forbidden to handle their throttle.Count Opinoid
Comrade Pheroze
Comrade Pheroze! Wassda matter with da world?
Ain’t it too small for a freak like you?
And ain’t it too large to really find your place?
Comrade Pheroze! Wassda matter with da world?
Ain’t it too narrow to make your own view?
And ain’t it too broad to build your own bridge?
Comrade Pheroze! Wassda matter with da world?
Ain’t it too straight to diverge a bit?
And ain’t it too crooked to look at it straight?
Comrade Pheroze! Wassda matter with da world?
Ain’t it too disturbed to get a minute of peace?
And ain’t it too tranquil to wake you from bed?
Comrade Pheroze! Wassda matter with you?
Ain’t you too clever to really care?
And ain’t you too dumb to worry too much? Count Opinoid
The Mouth To The Ear
"Bla bla bla said the mouth to the ear, you are condemned to hear every shit that I speak" - Count Opinoid
Black Adder
Black Adder, oh Black Addar! I beseech thee to stop!
What did the room tell thee, to call upon the soap?
Black Adder, oh Black Addar! I beseech thee to throw!
The words tat come out of your mouth to irritate the pope.
Black Adder, oh Black Addar! I beseech thee to blow!
The milky feathers tat descends down from heavens so slow.
Black Adder, oh Black Addar! I beseech thee to grow!
Into full grown mongooses tat stood up in a row
Black Adder, oh Black Addar! I beseech thee to bring!
Ring ring sing
ding a ding ling
Bring ling greeing
Sing sing
sing :-}
Count Opinoid
