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Describe me the pleasures of ignorant bliss,
When life’s like a train you are bound to miss,
When casual trifles appear in pink,
And wonders untouchable instantly shrink.

You don’t want to alter reality frail,
So every bold thought finds itself in a jail.
You welcome no changes, you try just to match
The role you play, fate’s satirical sketch.

You say you don’t mind it, I know its false,
Your day, like a wheel, monotonously rolls.
You suffer to fit an invisible hole
That life cast you into. To fight or to crawl?

that cat is not so afraid
in the coolness of the air,
curling vespers tend broken wings
across which spun a concoction of
statement and circumstance that define intent
the mood and the lighting brings down news
of abandonment and marooned dislikes

the corner is stolen by magic
the large eyes that stare back out of the dark
are hungry and wooden their glare is made
of the children of need

asking for your pennies
they pretend, according to the newspaper
and then hand all their profits to hasten death
without the pain of vision

The Sales

When I see people
Queuing
For eight hours
To buy something they don’t
Really need
I lose faith in humanity

To be old
Is a death sentence
One can’t repeal

Place your palm
on my uneasy pulse.
Tell me:
“pick up the pace –
pedal to the metal –
and locate fun’s
attraction!”
Ripping through the air
your finger’s tips run
the length of my thigh;
you tell me: how you
love my slow reproach! and
I’m Exhausted –
by you honking
My horn to pick up
Your mate – I barely stop –
Who dives into
the bucketed seat of my
motivation’s offense;
as you slap the width of my transmission
your mate tells me: how he
loves ignoring my assets! and
I’m Exhausted –
to find
your pride’s recoil
from my shrouded defence.
Tell me:
“fast pace it –
iron to the grind –
and track joy’s
tread marks!”
You laugh at my acceleration
which sends your empty head
“thunking” straight
into my headrest’s strength;
you tell him: how you
admire his behaviour’s ignorance! and
I’m Exhausted –
when you
extend me etiquette’s stare –
that maddened, definite glare –
and the itch, which it creates
as you stroke my ego’s suspension
and tell me: how I’m not
going home tonight! and
I’m Exhausted –
as you
fan my fuelling fire and
cast out your spare demon –
an imp of unwelcome meaning –
to candle my panel’s control…
Cut through my shadows!
Rue my fears!
Whisper your wonton affections
to my deafened soul! until
I’m Exhausted!

Sartorial

Tried on a striped
Blue suit
It made me look like
A fat zebra
Asked the shop girl
If they had a mirror
One that could transform me
Into my conceited
Self image
She said sorry, but no
Bought a bigger suit
Pearly black hides the fat
Off the rack,
Just like that
White turtle neck jumper
A Mercedes icon
Around my neck
God! I look a stylish man.

1.
My mother cooked with salt,
flavoring our lives
with the spice of her choice…
a white grain from the sea
that added new world of taste
to children made of mixed spices.

2.
My father loved his pepper
heating up her pot
with its red flames,
that little masculine bulb
men use to show brav-
ado about nothing.

3.
We ate of Mother’s salt
all of our lives till we grew
old enough to insist
she travel to the sea
of her spice, a-
way from the red heat
of our father’s pepper.

4.
Today, fifteen years on,
my mother has stopped
cooking with that spice
as white as my father’s skin.
And we have grown accus-
tomed to his hot spice,
hardly remembering
her love for little white grains
drawn from the sea.

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A moment to Remember

This night is too beautiful to behold, moon and silence. My heart aches.
Know I will wake up at dawn and regret that I can’t take it with me.
It will all be erased one day and I shall not know that I ever lived. I have
nothing, cannot own anything but my own ageing body, all I can do is to
enjoy the rare moments of fulfillments. I hear a plane high up see its light,
full of passengers going home and back to work. Why would anyone want
to leave this place? Across the road, in a darkened house, a man lies dying
racked by pain he can’t even shave himself. He sees not the full moon.
My life consists of moments, not like takes at a film studio that can be done
over and over again till it’s right. Some moments are too sad to behold.
Do not think of this now, I will drink another cold beer, smoke a cigarette,
look at the stars and dream.

Yellow river
emanates
in China.

Will your
river flow?
Will kids
row the boat
in that river?

Cities roar
in China.
Will your voice
ascend above them?

Will flowers
soar with wings
in that voice?

Yesterday,
I saw a dream.
Dungeons

are bursting
as bubbles.
Is the dream,
a dream alone?

OR

A rainbow path
to reality?

He sat blinded beside the crystalline river
Head numbing a stained reverie
Anesthetized and paralyzed
Starry carnivals hypnotized his pockets of memories and dreams
Drunk with languor he felt it impenetrable
Until he saw the red sparkle of confetti under the moons shadow.

He howled in delight
And the wolves howled back in return
She told him her name, “Marylou French” a conviction of fame.

They rode two of her horses through the forests of white dark orchids
And ravaged the moon a cocktail of purple haze
Her eyes sparked beauty, it opened the window to her soul
Joyfully numbing his familiarity of home.

Winter Night

I sit in darkness
The wood in the hearth burns
Flame’s core is blue
And look cold as diamonds
Intense the aroma of rage.

Glowing ember
When night yields to dawn… ash
Quiet as a shadow
Blows like snow in winter breeze
In the forest ravens crow.

I’m riding the cloud of bright blanket dreams,
The coconut smoke entwines with the mist,
The potion of madness in violet streams
Is carving the urge that I cannot resist.

The mysteries find me still lying in bed,
Enjoying the pleasures of drunken grapefruit.
Just several gulps, and a room painted red
Will turn to a princess’ incredible suit.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

A rose with sharp yet invisible thorns
Will bloom in my gardens in endless July –
The country of fairies and pink unicorns
Beneath the enchanting and welcoming sky.

I trust in the might of the element Earth,
However, the Air attracts me much more.
I’m hovering free, and I feel the rebirth.
This madness is tempting like never before.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.

I giggle and slap the reality’s face,
I found salvation in madness’ embrace.

I’m a swift errand girl of my fortunate fate,
When my fantasies leak, the reality hides
In the weirdest world I could ever create
With my eyes tightly shut, with my heart as a guide.