the poster boy's delight

The air is trivial
for it stinks like scum
that hangs from the roofs
of gutters
that show love to me

this kid i watch rubs his hands
mercilessly
trying to get glue out of his fingers
that sticks to him like a bad word someone once said
that i know all about
A man comes by and hands him a folded paper plate
i launch my umbrella towards the sky
for the air is heavy and poised to vomit

he puts out his hands as if to beckon punishment
As the drops grow heavier
his hands return to softness he had forgotten
the adhesive drips like molten lead to the ground
he manages a smile,i think
and then picks up the plate
which is gluey all the same
but he doesn't mind,neither do i

my chauffeur arrives and i board with relief
the rain is causing a mess
i look out towards the boy

his paper plate sits filled and untouched on the pavement

i twist my muscles further and i see him fighting
to keep photographed heads above ground
the poster almost falls upon his embrace
as if to save him from the rain
but he doesn't mind
before i can see anymore the cold engine
lets out a rant
and runs me away
from the blur i can hardly open my eyes to

Bootleg

i sleep with half my face off the bed
probably mishearing
a bereaved child's prayer
that renunciates off these plastic walls
his naked moans of brutality as focussed
lens keepers summarize him
i snort and die in front of me
lined up
alongside him
a jingle would wake me up
maybe would wake us all up

I'll die in tokyo tonight...

I've been sitting in this carousel for 4 hours
Its intentionally dark in here
But the light still perches in my head
I see faces
but i cannot tell the way they look at me
i'm sure they study me
i have just risen up from kissing the floor

The puffy bartenter tells me to quit the scene
After being led to
i saunter off towards the exit
I smell of grapes,vinegar and disgrace
I never knew what that felt like
i guess i still don't

As i now waddle towards the door
bequeathing all strength to my legs
i lay my eyes upon this picture
that hangs till death on the wall
it shows tall gray structures that
headlift the pale skyline
At the bottom a watermark says
tokyo,1960

i decide at that very moment
i will go to tokyo
right away

cyan-a 4 year ordeal is over....

in my lavender cave
my eyes scratch the notions of time
to find answers to puzzles that should have
remained untouched.
the world would have been interesting
this cave would have had a light
a brighter one
i realized just a moment ago
its not the blood that seems blue
but the ink that suffuses
beneath my skin...
i've lost a lot of blood in these four years....

The lady between the walls....

I buy me a friend everyday
sometimes its for what i haven't figured
the other times its for pleasure
Today i plan to walk out of here
unchained from this aggravating need

When its over
She notices a stranger in me
She proceeds to ask if the deal was even
I realize its not  the sex that brings me here
hence silence conquers
Until i say to her
"i shall not be visiting again"

She glues my eyes to her's
like a knife through the heart
as she has done many times ,literally
I love it when she does this
but today it tastes blood
"please don't judge me...i know the difference between right and wrong"

I get up and get dressed,muted
Before closing the door on my way out
She searches for me
her painted cheeks, palish by her tears
 and i say....
"But now you know more"

A case for hope...

Every night a poignant soul
walks out to the lure of the moon
the locus of whose betrayal
carves an arc
around
His timid existence
and
calls it hope....
Hope that it shall go shallow

Forget it !!

Her eyes sting 

every time i try to swallow them

With my favourite wine...

This wine is dull 

I'm always awake........