The Hole

Hole in the heart,
I breath through you...
Let my sins,
In your sinews,
Turn taut and cold,
I forgive
The moon-crumbs
That shine iridescent,
Irate like the sun,
Through you.

Hole in this heart,
They seep like a flood---
From under the door,
Into the bedspread
And the pillows,
When the flower-vase falls,
And doesn't shatter,
Saved
By the gurgling water---

Through you.

Hole in the heart,
We part,
Like the lips
Of goodbye,
Or is that surprise
Knowing you siphoned
Us into this bloodbath...
And that I let you?
Pulse of my window
I will escape...
Into the red stream,
Of another lover's dream....
Through you.






Hole in the heart,
Filled up with changelings
Of dreams...
Never the real heart....
You were.

Always a would-be...
Last chance, say you will be...
Mine.

Great

How would it be...
To be a Great?

To touch a tinkering bell
And let it rhyme as well...

To resonate with the crowd
And shimmer and stand out...

To touch a copper string
And have it obligingly sing...

To step into a water-puddle
And unveil two nimbus shackles...

To amble betwixt two breezing trains
And feel a caress in an immortalized ordain...

To crouch under the old bed,
And whisper to the flashlight-dead...

To smirk into the mirror,
And dissolve into its abysmal horror...

To touch a temple,
And know I am there...

And realize---I am not Great...
I am only better.

How would it be...
To know that I could be...
Just Great?

No dart to a new heart...
No moth in a spiral path...
Nor a retribution sought at last...

Just Great and green grass...

Then When

When the narcotic dew does subside,
Will you be waiting for me behind
The stable, near the elm,
Under the yellow, lucid rain,
Upon the ground, covered in hay...
Our roof, so I fall
Upwards...
And plummet towards a holy dead end?

Let the light of the day
Burn a hole through me now...
Let me hear your laughter wane.




A dream...a dream let you be,
So I can sleep dreamlessly
And wake up to the everyday humdrum
Of never knowing you
In this onerous life...or after...

Let the light compel you to me,
Propel you to the end of this anomaly
You were never there, it was just a dream...

I pray...a prayer...
For you to disappear
So I can revel in the crushed paper-planes
And the melon tambourines,
Toothpaste sandwiches,---no,don't taste!
No,I was here alone...

In the once-upon-a-dream,
When I was a would-be...
A golden ribbon of narcotic dream
And everyday dew...
Before I knew...
You.

Then when?
Again.
After you found me...
And then...

Laundry Day

My clothes don't match,
Or I am wearing something new,
This old guise is stilted with mildew.

I have watched the tedium rise to the occasion
And take my breath away!
It slunk into the shadows of a pose
That swayed like this...everyday.
Old and hackneyed, this laundry bin
Will fill to the brim before...
It tossed a pile of these old clothes
And gave the sun away,
To the resonant sacrilege of a duster
And a thousand charlatan runic frays.
How they bite the dust as they go
Round and round, high and lo',
How the saturnine brunt that befall
Their little deeds and writ proverbs,
Every day that goes by will see the sun
And the shadow it carves.

Suddenly they would come to a halt,
The sun will wonder why...
No soap to froth, no foam to smear,
As the clothes will need to dry.
The day is burnt,
Whims will scorn this nefarious end of time
For this mind...

The planets still revolved,

With the button that escaped
The clutches of the day
And remained...with the grime.

The bum who lives across the street
Will sew it to its heart and smile.

All the words I know...That Rhyme.

(I have been alleged of complicating matters in my head.
I have been accused of taking petty emotions and turning it into a maelstrom of turbid psycho-emotional conflicts.
I have..been asked to simplify, liquefy, clarify what I am saying, what I am feeling...
Alright.I will...I will.)

When I stop what I feel,
I won't feel what I have killed,
I won't kill to reveal---
I will stand away from---my nemesis to defeat.

When I squirm in my revel,
I stop to marvel
What a wonder, I quell
The tremors,I laugh at my lucid drunken gait.

And you perfectly rhyme,
Even with my masked pantomime,
Like this white crime,
The whiteness that I prevaricate.

It was a mistake.You shouldn't have.

A lie.
I would be lying.
If I told I am trying...
To make it any simpler, for any of us.

A white lie,
I would be tying,
To your wrist of pining
Tourniquets, and repeated cadavers
Of dust.

If I hurt you,
I'm sorry to have loved you like mine.
If I pushed you away,
You said sorry too many times...

Or no...I tried...

Was that a smile?

The Three

Three things.
A crass poster of craven whispers of kisses,
A derelict plastic cup with a hole in it
And a half a pencil, eaten away at the butt.

All closing their deals with another opening...
The cracked ceiling.
On the wall, soggy and dripping with moist
My kisses could never deliver.
On the floor, overflowing from the one end
That never knew water before.
On the desk, washed clean...
Still writing...if only but better.

Tooth-fairy

Red windmills,
Claustrophobic skies
Reporting from some despot nadir
I hear you...I hear you hard...
Pitter-patter of baby feet
Growing into the clicking heels
And then the suffusing blush...
Oh,the plush tail will wag some day
The rainbows will clear,
I will try to remain estranged...
The war will soon come to a cease,
Everybody waddles back home
After the fight to save the dream,
But the dream will twist and bend,
And push me another way...

But the lane my room overlooks
Whispers my name...
Follow its trail,
I will be your stranger till the end.

And I will wait,


For you, till the world is safe...
Pray the toothache and heartache to rest,

Fly back,little thing...
Fly away.