Poems by Ştefan Bolea

agnostic gnostic
 
there’s no way you can prove god exists
however I know you can build an alternate system of belief
a non-god arises in my soul
a fallen over-god perhaps
still I believe I don’t believe in myself
 
†
 
did you ever hurt her?
only in my head, day after day
I would penetrate her from the inside like a giant worm
until she’s pregnant and gives birth to me
nevertheless if she were dead I would blow my brains
if beethoven’s grave were the center of the world
my center would be her grave
 
my shadow exists only as the shadow of her inexistence
 
†
 
if I were a pussy I’d be a slut
 
 
mean
 
sometimes a whore is cheaper than a date
sometimes you end up both broke and unfucked