Poetry

1. A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH COULD EVER BE
I didn’t know whether to plunge into the well of treacherously vindictive scorpions;
or whether to hang myself insanely upside down from the cadaverously gleaming
gallows,
I didn’t know whether to chop my skull into an infinite fragments with the merciless
butcher knife; or whether to let every conceivable parasite on this boundless planet to
uninhibitedly suck blood from my derogatorily diminishing veins,
I didn’t know whether to stand bare-chested in the way of the unrelentingly
unsparing avalanches; or whether to lecherously drown to the rock bottom of the
deep ocean; with an unsurpassable battalion of sinister crabs in my mouth,
I didn’t know whether to torch my skin alive in a gutter of insidiously adulterated
kerosene; or whether to ruthlessly excoriate every iota of my nimble skin; from the
top of my brutally emaciated bones,
I didn’t know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with ghoulishly blood coated thorns;
or whether to shatter my entire countenance into a countless fragments; sadistically
banging my body against the venomously cold-blooded rocks,
I didn’t know whether to bury myself alive infinite feet beneath sinking soil; or
whether to surrender myself to every construable bit of disparagingly convoluted
badness; on the trajectory of this gigantic planet,
I didn’t know whether to indefatigably sip vials of hedonistically ghastly poison; or
whether to get gored full throttle; by the acrimoniously piercing thorns of the
savagely marauding bull,
I didn’t know whether to barbarously slash the trembling veins of my palm with
perfidiously criminal blades; or whether to make a ludicrously grotesque barbecue of
myself for the unscrupulously wandering termites,
I didn’t know whether to lividly wither like a despondently crackled leaf; or whether
to leap naked fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my every bone with
stray pebbles and rocks on earth beneath,
I didn’t know whether to let the demons crucify me on the sacrificing altar
torturously sucking every speck of my exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun;
or whether to raunchily take every pistol bullet that hurtled pugnaciously in serene air;
right in the center of my head,

2. I didn’t know whether to timelessly incarcerate every cursed breath of mine in chains
of isolation; or whether to tirelessly march through a graveyard of sickness; where the
ghosts of disease made every instant of my life more crippling than an infinite deaths,
I didn’t know whether to lasciviously slit every patch of robustness in my throat with
the satanic garden shears; or whether to truculently blast even the most
inconspicuous element of sensitivity in my ears with perniciously ribald bombs,
I didn’t know whether to indiscriminately inundate every pore of my slavering body
with unfathomably unforgivable bitterness; or whether to greedily slurp asphyxiating
acid down my throat in incomprehensibly luxurious amounts,
I didn’t know whether to forever disappear into the corridors of bawdily nonchalant
nothingness; or whether to continuously lick victimizingly threadbare dirt on the
lavatory broomstick; like an irascible cockroach all my life,
I didn’t know whether to become a live carrion for the egregiously cannibalistic
vultures; or whether to surprisingly come in front of a speeding truck; being
massacred to a gory absolution without the slightest intimation or respite,
I didn’t know whether to limitlessly hurt myself like an uncontrollably prurient
imbecile; or whether to jinx myself with the most uxoriously tyrannical spirits of
fretfully decimating doom,
I didn’t know whether to baselessly howl the last chord of my throat till the threshold
of infinite infinity; or whether to perch my diminutive form upon the belligerently
flaming pyre; for an irrefutable isolation from the vagaries of this manipulatively
prejudiced planet,
I didn’t know whether to eat ominously bellicose cyanide for dessert; or whether to
forever snap my inconsequential reflection from the periphery of this fathomless
earth; devastatingly fading into a corpse of lunatic darkness,
Her loss was so profoundly unbearable that I really didn’t know how to die; Her
untimely departure was the most irreversible defeat that I had faced in the chapter of
my truncated life,
And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for today; was a death more ghastlier
than the most horrific of death could ever dream of or could ever be; such a
penalizingly lambasting corner in the coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of
her divinely sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry again.