Saturday, December 30, 2006


One dictator is hanged;
Only one.
The rest are drinking toasts to their healths while fucking the world around.
The mob are exulting and congratulating; “the dictator is hanged, O Yeah!”
O Yeah and the fools are fooled.

One dictator is hanged;
Only one.
We are fooled...

Thursday, December 28, 2006

moshtarake gerami...!

The official bastards filter every few days and again and that makes me irritated as if I'm struck by the scene of a rotten rat. So if by any chance I happen to disappear from the web just beware that I’m alive somewhere in this wasteland.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Elegy on a short Fall

Dad’s too reticent
Love’s far away
Night’s so long
World’s a mess
Mind’s a stormy night
Plans reverberating in head like drums
Mute like Gregor
A lonely shadow in the pizza place
I’m hungry. Mom's asle

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


America is at this moment developing advanced systems of 'weapons of mass destruction' and is prepared to use them where it sees fit. It has more of them than the rest of the world put together. It has walked away from international agreements on biological and chemical weapons, refusing to allow inspection of its own factories. The hypocrisy behind its public declarations and its own actions is almost a joke. America believes that the 3,000 deaths in New York are the only deaths that count, the only deaths that matter. They are American deaths. Other deaths are unreal, abstract, of no consequence. The 3,000 deaths in Afghanistan are never referred to. The hundreds of thousands of Iraqi children dead through American and British sanctions which have deprived them of essential medicines are never referred to. The effect of depleted uranium, used by America in the Gulf war, is never referred to. Radiation levels in Iraq are appallingly high. Babies are born with no brain, no eyes, no genitals. Where they do have ears, mouths or rectums, all that issues from these orifices is blood."

There's no escape.
The big pricks are out.
They'll fuck everything in sight.
Watch your back.

Harold Pinter Februrary 2003

Friday, December 15, 2006

Green Stain

On earth, on air, on the walls, on the cars…things are redolent of propaganda. I turn on the TV and see the soccer commentator on air propagating politics and then I say what do you have to do with all this you apple polisher? And then he says we feel a green presence of millions of patriots. I turn off the TV and supplicate hatred and vengeance upon thee, thou hairy ape and you all the ever complaining philistines, scions of the mob. What you deserve is not democracy that you seek on this path, but lumps of filth, dirt, and shit.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

On Waking Up Upon a Morning

I’m an alien among these mundane terrestrial beings. Visions blurred by illusion, fallacious hopes, they seek peace in ridiculous grails. They call their saints, their dead spirits with tearing eyes, and their majesties belly laugh them off.

O’ sages! Kneel down gracefully to your majesty who illusions you by no doubt. Who is to disillusion your souls? I’m afraid your long wrong doings.

I’m an alien among these mundane gullible souls. I try to utter words to them, but they behold me not. There's a lot to say; all of which hidden, there's a lot to shout; all of which muffled.

I am an alien among these democrats, these forgetful souls of hierarchy, and I see them struck by their funny principles. And then I belly laugh them off.

Sunday, December 10, 2006


Driving down the broad road I listen to the blues and wonder how pleasantly sluggish it makes my movements and longer the road. A second is three and I feel the two gods on my left and right with their guitars and I’m driving… But no, I’m riding with the King.