PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

So many weeks have gone by without a single entry. It’s not that these weeks have been entirely uneventful; it’s just that I seem to have lost my will to write. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have been writing, but what I’ve written has been filed into my “forbidden” folder – to be released later in life. The everyday bullshit just isn’t pouring out like it used to. I feel no need to express it.



Yesterday I went and inspected the apartments that I will be moving in to soon. I can’t wait to get out of the shit-hole I’m currently in. I can’t wait to have my own kitchen! My own laundry… a lounge room… a pool… even a gym! I think I may even extend my contract once I’ve settled in. There was no way in hell I would have stayed beyond my written contract in my current abode, but once you have all your creature comforts then who cares where you are? So it took six weeks for me to get what was promised to me at the beginning of this trip, but better late than never right?



Aaaaargh! It’s boring times like these I get really upset about my music equipment being stuck back home under my bed. I could have recorded a whole album by now. Instead I waste hours and hours on stupid computer games and cable TV (having already read all the books I took with me). If only I had an internet connection from home… I could be chatting with friends and family, sometimes even catching glimpses of my son over the webcam. It’s pretty fucking lonely sitting here like this, nights on end. Usually I’d be out drinking but I’m on anti-biotics, recovering from a nasty bout of laryngitis, so I’ve had to take it easy on the piss lately.



Animal Planet is beaming at me on mute in the background. Earlier it was the “Spiders from Mars” documentary, now it’s “The Immortal Salamander”. Both narrated by David Attenborough.



Fuck this… think I may wander downstairs to the lounge room with a DVD. Should I risk utter disappointment by attempting to watch the VCD I bought from a street trader the other day (for 200 Naira), or should I go for assured quality by watching a DVD that I’ve copied myself? Dilemmas…



See what happens when you take away purpose from a man? I need to go visit that weed-selling guy at Lekki market. Well?



Fuck. Cunt. Piss. Shit. Asshole. Fucknuckle. Cuntface. Dickhead. Asswipe.

Suck my cock you fucking jerkoff!

Eat shit and die motherfucker!!!



I want to drink… get shit-faced… paralytic.

Instead I’m sitting here writing swear words for my text-to-speech tool to read. Simple amusement for a diminished mind. Drinking lukewarm water (by doctor’s orders). I want to play guitar… it’s been so long since I even touched one. I might have to go and buy one. Sick of this monotony! That’s it! Next weekend I’m going to the goddamn beach! I don’t give a fuck if anybody else wants to come. I’m going… that’s all there is to it!



Now some people are snorkelling with dolphins. I’m still sitting here thinking if I can be fucked going downstairs to watch a movie. Fuck this… goodnight!