Distractions

pause before you float me

You. Oh
the mumbling the maundering
the winking and the spying with
the ear the lips of jagged words.
You, why do they snuggle
keeping the bedspread unfolded, swimming in
water, the water flows fluorescent. Water
with pain in anguish of heavy eyes.
Float. Float away.

Float me someplace nice.

For a minute or so
I ceased to exist
When your eyes turned away
Away from me forever I felt.

The End

Sell your dreams

Give your tears

Gather your hair

Weigh your nails

It is time; this could be the end. 

Dream a last dream with your tears flowing

wet your shirt, your hair free and flowing

and your nails

making sweet love with your teeth.

It all... shall end.

L OOK INGATMEWITHALOOKINGFACE
O VERTHEAIRBETWEENUSASIF(ASTARE)
O UGHTTOHAVEDISCERNEDTHELACKINIT
K ILLINGWITHAFIERCELOOKOFCONNIVANCE

A LLAY DIDTHETHICKNESSOFAIR
L ACKINGBUTFORVERYLITTLECARE
L OYALINGUPTORECIPROCATE
A SHAMEDICOULDNOTARTICULATE
Y EARNINGFORMEWITHAYEARNIGFACE

               HER LOOK ALLAYED AND
               I HAD NONE TO RECIPROCATE

The Wedding

The Swallow would never take a Thrush for a wife
How can social order then be reversed
I have a one track mind and
I want the centre stage;

So I ask this in the Open:
Would the taut knots snap
In the blindness of the centre light?
Centre or not, the Swallow better take another Swallow.

I dare say, I am peculiar.

He came riding back into my eyes
I had been saying his name every night
To help me sleep, to ease my pain
To summon him out of the oblivion
Into my presence to command.
To wash my clothes and to clean my linen?
to hold him close?

That is not why
Not for the chores but
To skin his skull
to ash my cigarette into the hollow of his mouth
I'll have my vengeance.

When madness drives you like a horse
with its tail on fire
when voices whisper to you in your head
all its vastness ebbing away
pushing you to borderlines
Can only revenge sustain;
the purest of motivations.

"Many waters could not quench love"
Only bouts of insanity can. 

In Remembrance of a Veiled Woman

She smiled with her eyes

The only pale strip against the 'oppressing' black

I wonder how she sees the world,

from behind the moroseness of this black. 

I wonder how her lips will curve

towards this shameless stare of mine;

If her ears shiver against the cold

that has mine an embarrassed red

I wonder how her brows will twitch

when her knee suffers a silly itch,

I ponder how she will frown

reading these giddy lines of nouns. 

Albeit presumptuous, she accords to this shade

Does her skin rise with goosebumps against the black?

(plausible its the zeal that accompanies, or the lack)

Wonder if it's freedom that glints now in the eye - 

A shield of shade; liberating identity

                            protected in solidarity

                            so on and so forth. 

After all, eyes really aren't a lot to have against.

Granted she can have her own say

and may take things her own way

But she only smiles with her eyes. 

(Aside)

If her eyes can leave such a sting

I wonder how her lips will sin(g).

Verbose Love

How can I put this across
A simple panegyric aphorism
Of your sui-generis that
has hath captured me; held
Your temperament, so phenomenal
Your charisma, so exuberant
Has charmed me, bound me
I know not why or how;
Sullen though you may be at times
A parsimonious I have never seen
Charade of words thrown at all, but
Still endures my heart's desire.

Word Spawn

These writings on the wall

Would they ever bring life;

I spew and reek of words

Leaving a piece of my puzzle;

They speak for themselves

Like blunt edges

That pain nonetheless;

Decipher this puzzle, but

See if there is something missing

Go on, rack your brains,

Set them to motion - give them life.