I am running out of abstract things to write about.

Why can’t I think of Eros and copulation, 

All I can think now is that filthy fight between the whore and the drunken bastard from the last night. 

And I don’t know who took away the abstracts in that one. 

Perhaps God also created love, sex, affection, humanity on the verge of loosing all the abstracts.

Ask this to the man who wears a torn jeans, drinks his own sweat all day and hugs his child at night. 

I believe he knows poetry better than me. 

I find no nibility in being a poet.kill us even before we start to dream about moonlight and oceans.