Biography of Bostan Nurlanov
i am (hopefully) a real prose writer, and a fake poet
this is where all my fake shitty poetry goes :)
Bostan Nurlanov Poems
We Are All Externalized Illness
when we were in our mothers' wombs
two hug you feel a gap in her
from a distance you look perfect
You Could Tell
her happy eye pressed shut against mine
over there! my window clouded on the edges by the web
I almost felt the joy of spring I almost had it too! The warmth like it was warm ago Biking butterflyish slow
A man walks into a bar and it breaks and falls to the street... From a distance the sound it makes - a forlorn and mysterious sound -
Her goosebumps (her goosebumped skin) Entirely unlike a dot painting Entirely like
I almost felt the joy of spring
I almost had it too!
The warmth like it was warm ago
Biking butterflyish slow
With sticky feet
To sunbound hill.
I wonder what birds want from me?
But I don't know
And that's the feeling done.