http://slow.writerscafe.org/EdFutinski The original writings of author EdFutinski en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776097984 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Pillow stuffed with dreamsForget about sleepingThere’s too much snow melting on youthWhen you still awake Choose your words, your path wiselyThe buildings still getting built,On these gravesites,where they stole the flowers,Your crown filled with pastYou can get lost,you hold or hold n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/361830/ Why won’t you wait for meWhen the sky is grey,when the night is my dayWhen the kisses embrace times grave,When my soul is nude,when the eyes are muteWhy won’t you wait for me,Waiting in line for the slautgherWish you were here,joining in laughterWish you was mine,my heart ,your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/361829/   Night is coming downBombing highlyThe day,there is the tempoAbrupt as musicHurting the headAbout the hours,oh wellI guess these clocks are just mad,Hating the youngThese f*****g clocksI could eat like omletBut who’s layingThis crazy eggs?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/264864/ I like the title but I cannot think ofSome content, the mind is obsolete, obeseAnd opportunisticI’m thinking about the demonsI take the fishing road and fish for the starsLucky day, I fed the jackalsParrot feathers, my crown, I’m an Indian,I’m a joker, idiotThe happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/264863/  too late riderhunting sour-cherry dreams is running madlyon the ember fields spots of  illusionsto catch last drop of tears;sad monument of regret,made from quicksilverif you were,sometimes it istoo late   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/235983/ One day I’ll commit suicideOn the most beautiful day of my lifeJust to piss the Gods off  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/231796/ Love is like a flower!?But if you add a penisAnd ,hopefully,A vaginaIt will be much better  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/230275/ i feel the nomadic spiritwandering on the mirrors of a skyscraperpain in others eye's but the stomach is full of wormsi see nothing when you are blindthe billboards,ultimate biblethe city hates me as muchas i hate it,kind of a magic love,of course notthe music is drown in the subway,wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/230228/ I got a big,fat,uglyWart on my footevery time I touch it I cannot avoid toThink about you  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/227509/ People are trainedTo believeThey know so they’re given Few                     notionsShallow    Seas of undiscovered wordsThatAre yoursare vulgarizedso No one know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/227162/ Skipping life todaybring me anyway anythingmost of the people bore me to death,I feel like they have nothing to say but I’m the one who’s quietI’m the pipe who’s been stucked with all kinds of s**tSo laughAnd you know, I was thinking getting a kissOr at lis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226590/ Don’t lookInto this empty boxThat smells rottenThere are some people thereThat pretend that are so smartTo dictate youWhat to eat, what is beautiful,What to see,Whom you should be friend toWhat to wearExplain you what is loveWho’s the best godAnd what fox eats wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226588/ there is this pinkpiece of toilet paperon my desktoo thinto suck the tears http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226587/ going alone to bari'm taking a cabThe driver tells me about his sonHe's a jounalistFriends forgetFriends disapearI'm passing by;peopleThey look strangeMy face is palei'm not allowed to sleepI see all the people togheterI'm far awayInside all is smoke and cheap drinksWell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226582/ It was a soft earlyEvening on the shores of Aegaen SeaI was walking across a little harborTrying to catch little fish to play withAnd there was this little boy, 6 or someDark hair, marvelous eyesVery quiet, you could not see him if you wouldn’t try,Going from one fisherman to ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226560/ One metaphor2 metaphorsA comparisonSomething beautifulSomething uglySomething more beautifulSomething simpleWritten complicatedOne metaphor2 metaphors1 fartI’m a poet  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226550/ At one end there areThe bums, asylum elders, the psychosOn the other endThere are the the rich, CEOs, the famousIn betweenSome fools, some w****sAnd the rest of the s***sTake a BirthPut at one endTake a deathPut at the other endYou’ll get the picture.anything else hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226547/ If you don’t know who’s Elisabeth ShueI’ll tell on herShe’s a fine girlAnd a good actressHollywoodGave her a w***e roleAnd forgot about  So you know,EliseI really liked itBless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226539/ I lay my head on the pillow  suddenly all the doors begin to rustleand the mad ants steal my blurry dreams,in the others disgust, that run away, wherever they canwithout looking backAnd the same you, remains in and with your headOn this faceless pillow Like me,And everything is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/226453/ From the pan2 eyes are watching meThey're getting black,they're getting tiredAnd spit in my face:"Watch out the cholesterol!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/223654/ Oh,my monkey is head in a ballerina musical boxNu music just breathingridiculous heavy isbla blasome text missingerror 205“you are still tam tam tam”Let’s go drivingbuy some beercuckooballerina monkey save mecuckoo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/221493/ when a humanlike you is bornAnother God shattersI’m dancing withlighter’s flameHendrix is in my ears,in my headThe venom alters,Into a syrup for infiniteit's a toastyours  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/219075/  the bottles were sitting therelike virginssmiling at mewhat ,s***syou'll betray meas they?you f*****g s***sI'LL DRINK YOU ALLand you'll be dry and you'll dieha haI'll be laughing,knowing,fading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/219073/ If I’ll try to fly,You’ll saw my wingsIf I’ll want to smile,You’ll break my teethIf I’ll shine,You’ll be my dawnAnd when I’ll die,You’ll try toMake me aliveMy personal devil; Deceive me,My torture friend,My fiend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/219072/ The stairs won’t go downOr upThey follow in curvesThe steps are covered in smoke and disappointments We have relatively a little leftfrom childhood’s joy Hardly any smilesRather painfulAs a crust on a not yet forgotten ScarWe go on with the roadWith gradual.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/219070/ outsideMountains and skies and seaswith sewed eyesbeliefI’m a dreamer, a snailI am a vagabondeverywherePeople, roads, signsDown, down on the alleyOf fortuneTresspaser of spaceJanitor of the brokens Moonlight dancer under the roof of your heartRain&tearsLips read.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/219069/ We are all saints masturbation policyWe are a badjokeA generation of illusionsOr anything elseThe sun won’t raise,it doesn’t suppose toAs it wasn’t paidThe nightingale doesn’t sing anymoreIt’s drunkThe colours have been stolen,They only left greyAl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213684/ Ten poems to crash on yourHeadThat’s emptier then 10 dozensOf broken condoms10 killers in orange covers to smile on yourShow of electric lamp power economy10 of 10 of 10 of 10 and other 10s make millionsPains not just in the a*sBut as a whole Global process of 10 different plan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213681/ Sitting in my bedWith 2 eyes projected intoSpaceI cannot reach it this very momentThey leave something out of itThey leave something very importantAnd I cannotWrite it downThough I feel itSomething is missing, but what?I feel no present neither existent neither beingIt’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213680/ I can change roles with youIt’s no differenceAnyway,we all loose at some pointThis is not even a chess play,we don’t have rules to stick byAnd it’s all on repeatA deja-vu permanentlyTime and madness and women and cancer and trafficWill get us allI wish I could tell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213676/ If I could be a painterI would paint black my nestA deaf scream lost betweenfour wallsOf a self neglected life of indulgenceFrom here to thereIs nowhere,the darkness of nothingnessThe walls getting closer and closerI ‘m inside this coffinAnd the oxygen is gettingLowWish I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213672/ Aggressive rhythmLife goes like a train without a railroadOpen Eyes, Close EyesEyelids BurnWashed in musicMy brainSupport the breath,Too much of everythingEmotions splashed on the walls,Coffee& cigarettes& alcohol& youtoo much,flowers forget to blossomThe wave got m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213663/ Love swims away as s**t trough the pipes of tomorrow-----------------------------------------------------------------the sewer smilessucks me in and I’m down with the flowbetweenfloating friendssmells goodcolor is dark brownswim, easily, again, against the flow as it’s no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213659/ there are angry bubbles in my headand I’m eatenby a decorated monstersocially,we’ll play robotswe’re adults,right?Running bare foot through algaes of fecesPrinted with Franklin’smirkGlued on my electric hairDomesticated and exhaustedIs my soulPush “p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EdFutinski/213656/