Dmitriy Kokarev

Rookie (Tashkent - Uzbekistan)

...In Awe Of Howling... - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

To fear change is to be locked away,

Away from the ticking of the clock whose pendulum swings you by.

Away from the impending and slow droppings of the sand grains in an hourglass…watching as you are trapped behind the glimmering glass of misfortune and disbelief!

Stuck in a suffocating state of mental masturbation watching the pseudo innovative faces of the people that pass you by in a crowd of delusional businessmen on their way to their capitalistic machines of torture that they call life.

Sitting in a rocking-chair of retirement beneath the window with a scene of plastic trees and battery-operated birds perching on branches set aglow with the fire of corruption and loneliness.

Chewing away at the carcass of a body that you once possessed prior to prostituting yourself in the realms of illusion, clutching onto the neon dreams of fame, power and substance!

Screaming with screeching sighs of pleasure from the top of the roofs in a concrete maze of a city that you dream to one day call your home, knowing in the back of your mind…that it will forever remain your master, whipping away at your flesh as the days run by, powered by the stench of sweat from your labor and indecisive attempts of social acceptance.

Smoking away at the cigarettes produced from the forests of advertised canvases illuminated by the lights of superstitious agencies from within the vaults of bankers on the streets of high fashion and watered down drinks served with an umbrella and a smile.

Penetrating the wounds of innocence with fists of iron and spiked-balls of gluttony and greed.

Forever wishing to return to the womb of the one that carried you helplessly for nine months of desperation and nonchalance, while sucking at the tit of the money making moron jumping from one room to another desperately trying to make ends meet before the pendulum swings and the end of the month is once again here.

Howling at the moon that drapes the sky at night!

Jumping at the tires of the wealthy and the politically incorrect imbeciles, in the hands of which lies the future of wars, rape, destruction and a world set aflame.

Crying in the corners of the institutions which feed you sugar-coated pills of everlasting youth and beauty while mocking your possession of natural charm and independence, the liberal views and strong voice with a message to spread.

Until the light from the hole disappears and you are once again chained to the bed of invalidity, nudity and despair.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This was obviously inspired by Allen Ginsberg's poem 'Howl', but at the same time this was inspired by a recent break-up that I went through...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013

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