Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Strong Whiskey


Strong and sturdy are the decrepit,
Ugly and coarse are the seas of old manners;
One human defuses a bomb for everyone,
Yet the realities of rods swallows our food.
This grave man enters a stolen artist,
Those paintings remind us of strong nature.

Shrewd ugly men combine their trumpets
With the trombones.
Kisses are shunned by the dozen men on board,
Liking the ship’s journey for its health,
Health has joined with mockery.

Let health be health of a sort that stings
Stylishly, extracting disks of computer programs,
Code that dares to exist,
Curses consume us with zest,
And gusts of whining whiskey are chewed.

Submitted: Friday, May 02, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 02, 2014

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