Poems from Neftee
The cold is numbing.
Like morphine it trickles through my bones.
It seeps into my fingers and it grips my balls.
It kisses me like an...
Fear as we near the straight away.
Hold It fast!
Grip those ropes and heave the mast!
At last we finally see,
The expanse that pulls me...
You feel it.
The itching in your soul.
You don't want to go.
But for some reason you have to.
They said so.
The teachers and politicians...
Walk into the work place,
"Nic, nice to see you!"
"You too"
I hate this place.
I hate essence of what it is.
I can not stand for it,...
Lover,
Stepping over
Boundaries and trials.
Leaving me was nasty business ...
Murder.