Appellation d'origine contrôlée ~ Thursday, February 12, 2026

I never wanted to be a poet

I was born in Bombay, now Mumbai, India, but I grew up elsewhere

not realizing why, nothing really made sense, things seemed arbitrary

even my family, with blood and genetics as primary factors

visions, I imagine, beyond this universe, what is that over there

even before science, or just after science, why we try to explain

remember, I grew up elsewhere, Huntington Beach, a little bit scary

wonder, I imagine, what it would be like to have been raised by actors

a joke, to make a rhyme, I never wanted this, to become a poet

not that I have published anything of merit, but it does warp my brain

to want to write better, to want to write lyrics, I was once in a band

ever since my band failed, I fell back on writing, less heroin addicts

drugs and the music scene seemed to walk hand in hand but then, I took a stand

to learn to think clearly, to feel the emotions magically, full of tricks

or full of illusions, to learn of delusion, or to just drink Moët

belligerent, drunken father, alcoholic, trapped inside his own life

even if I could help, wish that I could have, but instead, I was beaten

aggression, full of rage, I chose not to grow up, not to be like my dad

perhaps he was a child, all grown up as a man, words that cut like a knife

of course, I became slick with words as a wordsmith, I wish I could sweeten

everybody I touch, make them kinder, gentle, not horrible and bad

today, I write poems, tomorrow I will die, love is too full of strife