Questions
“How high?”
you’ll ask if a war criminal tells u to jump.
“How long?”
you’ll ask before enough is enough.
“What bombs?”
you’ll ask when the dirty work is covered and done.
Useless
A huge bag
to carry everything
and find nothing at all.
Growing Pains
Children running through grass,
getting bit by cold blooded bugs.
Tripping over branches,
crying over the alcoholic sanitization of superficial cuts.
Braces and crooked smiles.
Bullies and aching legs getting long,
Growing pains which
children are spared of,
in light of school-issued bombs.
Apples
The leaves are falling
and the trees are bare.
Naked and ashamed,
the branches stare.
Apples fall.
Rotten flesh,
seeds of bliss.
Spit them out.
What u don’t know u can’t miss.
Heaven
If I got to heaven I’d only have one thing 2 ask.
I’d ask god to keep punishing u until there was nothing left.
If u get to heaven,
something must be wrong.
If I see u in heaven, there must be no god.
Mud
I want what’s easy.
What’s easy is good.
Low hanging fruit isn’t so low
that it seems to graze the mud.
Apples Pt. 2
An apple falls,
reaches back for its roots.
Roots pull back,
what’s left of the fruit?
Not one word
for the last couple months.
Not a hand reached out from either side.
That’s motherly love.
Script
Ur like a doctor writing his own script.
Trying to get urself up using two broken hands.
Challenges never ending and
still u trip over ur own leg.
Spring Haiku
A wasteful season
Gray space in between it all
Just heel bite, rain fall.
Written by Jannat Alturk
Vol 03: Absurdity
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