Ode To Chininski
By Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 21, 2004

not feeling very well
as a ride home on the subway
listening to that cry baby Peter Tchaikovsky
and trying my damn
hardest to write something that didn’t smell

it’s a wonderfully fucked up feeling
having something – everything – playing
the drum kit inside of you
and no means
to release the sound

and i wanted to murderously engaged
in sexual intercourse
or break things of beauty
like roses
(which are bloody red over rated anyway)

i have decided to write this to you
while drumming madly on my desk
so i might remind myself
that the noose in the corner is not
so empty
and that tomorrow
might be a
brighter day