chikling

spring green walls in my room

dark green leatherite sofas

dresser circa 1947

sofa circa 1970

strongbox circa 1880

stupid ply bent bookshelf circa 2017

whenever i stand before that mirror

dark dark circles under my eyes

hair puffed like burnt flour

skin tanned by an anti sunscreen sun

still very beautiful

imagine all those who must have stood before this mirror

stood dressed - then undressed

hands that must have touched this strongbox

its as if im paraded by history

paraded so much that im removed from the present

its as if the present is the past and the future but not the present

crowled or crawled by deep thoughts

pause right here you dumb fuck

deep thinkers are lying alone in distant distant graveyards

alone

alone with their thoughts as eaten as their bones

intellect sells

intellect without a heavy tag is really no intellect at all

be pseudo

wear a white tee

beige coat

show biceps

a brown rayban

a five o'clock shadow

khakis

boatshoes

a casual patek on your wrist

a hardtop convertible

and after u tick these boxes

talk pseudo

talk about thimpu and gandhara

even if you dont know jackshit

so save your intellect

bend your bookshelves no more

for the ants in the grave wont spare