MEMORIES AND WHISKY
Memories are all that I have
to play with,
these memories of rain.
Sharing a small umbrella and
getting drenched,
are still stored at the back of my eyes.
Now sitting on my roof with my whisky
in a storm
and the rain makes my peg
a little larger than it actually is.
Its still raining here like mad
Cant even leave now
I am on cheers.
BACK BONE
Out on the streets in search of a back bone
Cigarettes running low
turning to smoke so fast that
I lost all track.
Just called this young lovers
who were searching for a place to fuck.
at least let them enjoy life
which is making me impotent.
The refrigerator is near empty
no beers, no wine, no whisky
only five bottles of plain water
and 20 cigarettes to go with.
I even gave them free condoms
You need guts to be a pimp
You need guts to jump from a 10 storied building
as your friend did.
I am just a coward
trying hard to hang on.
Subhankar Das: Poet,Producer,Publisher of Bangla experimental stuff.Produced 6 short films with more than 16 international film festival fame and appreciation.Has 16 published books of Bangla and English poetry.Translator Of Allen Ginsberg’s poems and Charles Bukowski’s poems in Bangla.Book Store owner.
