last night a friend reminded me
that i should write poems more often.

at that very moment in my head
i came up with the best poem ever.

but this morning i forgot most of it
and all i remember is:
mayonnaise and béchamel
are not so hard to make at home.

they are not kamikaze drones.
kamikaze were honorable
dedicated soldiers.

these are killer drones
loaded with explosives
which can enter your home
find your kids hiding under the bed
and explode their head.

they are cheap to make
so governments can just
print imaginary money
and make millions of killer drones.

they are more dangerous
than nuclear weapons
because they can kill millions
in a matter of few hours
for a fraction of a cost
without damaging
real estate and infrastructure.

for a short moment last night
while watching a movie
i felt the emotion
commonly called “finding god”.
then i lost it.
it all happened in my head
and it was interesting.

an old man wrote
the most powerful poem
in his head
just before he died

the phrase
“while i drift into nihilism”
was repeating in my head
and i felt i should write
a poem about it,
but i had no idea
how to actually use it
or what it means

daniel hale exposed
how military covered up
how military drones
mostly killed civilians

i already miss
the good old days
when your enemy would
cut your head off
with a dull rusty knife.
it was personal and humane.

i do not like this new trend
of drones killing your kids

who knows
what new horrors await us?

pain on a tv
is much more bearable
than the pain
in the head

take your head but
take your razor
take your speed
tuck you in, kill the snitch
that electronic sound
drilling in my eye
take your head
but
tomorrow is dead
electronic
hope you divide the sign
of genius
coming to this universe
to clean the dark
from the rain
make the rain
electronic
take your head