Mr Kumar

The sun beat down like an angry movie star.To say it was going to rain
is a lousy metaphor for a sad day.But it really did seem like a sad
day.I had Chinese quarters in my pocket.But no Chinese phone booths
around.That is strange isn't it.So i walked around a while until i saw
this man reading the paper at the steps leading up to the corner
house.Dressed too well to engage in an activity like that ,i thought
to myself.So i asked him if i could use his phone for a very important
call i needed to make.He was kind enough to oblige so i took his phone
and fed in the number.Just as i pushed the dial button his phone
popped up with this name a "Mrs Kumar" to whom the number belonged
to.I'll be honest with you the first thought that came to my wind was
Whore.What else would anybody think.So i walked up to this guy who by
now had swallowed half the paper and probably was just only getting to
the news.

"Excuse me,but i noticed you seem to have the number I was going to
dial already on your
phone by the name Mrs Kumar,May i know how.."
He sprang up,and before i know the sports page was in my face with
some football player's trailing leg blocking my view.He ran like a
monkey through a flooding tunnel,disappeared before i could add to a
possible list of answers to my question that ranged from "My cousin
sister" to "My weekend fuck".

There was no way i could've made sense of it alone so i dialled the
number again.
"Honey" i said "i've been waiting for you for two hours now.Where are you".
I did not want to catch her offguard or something if she were found
guilty of anything eventually.She said she was just letting her office
mail check out
and then she would be leaving.The sun by now had betaken and
surrendered to a conglomerate of sullen clouds probably as a
reflection of the events that had transpired so far.My eyes threw up
at the very possibility of having to endear with the theatrics.I
decided to put the pigeon in the cage because i did not want to
confront her face to face.I am like that.I hate to confront people
when i know i have them in the corner they don't know the sides to.It
makes me weak instead.

"Hey i was waiting here and i asked a guy lend me his phone to make
this call and he already had your number in his phonebook,under a "Mrs
Kumar",Do you know ..."
She hung up.I could hear the bleep bleep and i realized something was
*bleepingly* wrong.I had her in the corner but now i could feel myself
growing.I checked the phone for the other names,messages and his call
logs.There was nothing about him and her sharing a phone call or
exchanging any text messages.As convenient as that was to feed on my
curiosity i shared little of the enthusiasm to build it as a
coincidence.So i dialled again but her phone wouldn't ring.I was
panicking now.


What could it possibly mean.I thought about going back home but i did
not want to go gung ho about this in front of the kids.So i thought
i'd go to her office and meet her there.I called for a cab and quoted
her address.It really did begin to rain.For a moment i thought the
windshield would crack open and driver would be sucked right through
it.I don't know how to drive so i'm anaemic to the thought of losing
people who can get me from one place to the other.We stopped just
behind the gateway so she wouldn't see me coming.I paid the cab driver
with the Chinese quarters and keeping my head down entered the atrium.

He was there,already.Sitting on the couch,reading the same paper..how
absurd is that??.That probably made me lose it even more and like a
poacher i jumped all over him ferociously.He hollered in pain as i
jammed my knees right into his ribcage.

"Who are you ..How do you know...Why??" It was all rushing out like
poisoned food i couldn't help but spill

Just then i was hit by something on the head so hard that today when i
woke up here in the hospital the doctors said i nearly died.

What a strange story that is..Isn't it?? I'm not sure if he was even listening..

"Yes it very much is Mr Kumar.Please put out your arm now and this may
hurt a little" is what he said.

So i did as he asked and the bastard put a needle into my arm.

"Someone is here to meet you.You do know your way to the visitors
holding Mr Kumar?"

"So she is here..Well i do have a few questions". I said the second
part way too quietly.Probably that is why he did not say anything in
return..

I got up and starting walking towards the door when i heard something
jingling in my back pocket but was too drowsy from the needle already
when it hit me like that hammer blow.

It had not rained at all yesterday or my shoes would still be wet.

"So tell me first Did it rain yesterday?"

Wednesday haiku madness

From seed to syllable
this poem
growing into meaning

Orange shift
over the horizon,
and the cannabis

Tuesday
Still no fish
along the coast

Bordering the house
a grey crayon,
in his stomach

First breath
Too early to be,
Long and purposeful

Stereo shapes,
The walls sing
if they could any

Not this day,
the roses bloom
and we notice

Midnight
The stars getting nearer,
the way i see it

Wisps of rain
my wounds
reminded to me

Streaks of light
clash in the sky
to the pin dropping

Tall gates at the mansion
My attitude
lets them be

The undertaker,
Not knowing how
to dress to a funeral

The blind spot
having just,
passed me by

Grey Winter day,
A shroud for the snow
Not long ago

An old mirror
in the corner
reflecting on life

Her Hazel eyes
I have prisms
that seek them

A slanting tombstone
Another opinion
caved in

Sunrise
The lopsided shadows
take birth

Approaching dusk
An old man
waits for the lights

A cloudy summers night
the moon
falls down the steps

Autumn leaves
their shades
fall first

6 pm at the station
i watch Darkness beginning
to resemble her

God's own country,
fought over
by the mortals

A hole in the sky
he can finally
look through 

Through the vent,another empty bubble

Walking down the back alley,
where the walls continue to lean apart
but not in definitions of them
as the people push through,
with the wind breaking lines,
they barely made it to

Their black and brown suitcases
i find,grinning at me

Lost for words

In my own unique overview
  that spans out from the kitchen
and splays out on the grass to die like a poisoned rat,
i'd say
i love the freedom of others
 more than i love mine
So at the other end of my imagination
when i'm trapped
 Banking on film strips from years before
   Real air tight memories,half brothers
 Neat dresses and perfectly horizontal smiles
pull me out and we'll end this right here....

Numbers

The world not forsaken,for you trying 
The beginning 
   and the end are always meant to fall apart

Look at life,Not in the mirror
Not
  on the street you walk on everyday

Light can be shredded,It is when you sleep
    that changes the meaning of things

So be far as you can go
     There could be science in the numbers
   that surround the dot

11.1111 or 1111.111
  
I look at you as that dot
   and how big a number you want yo be today

This saga is no machine 
  to be flipped upside down to see 

what it looks like

    It is the sphere your brain skids over
        aspiring to find new ends
     to make this thread work

and seem alive 

3 36 am

A time bound spectacle
The long past notes are italicized to seem fatal
The roof slopes as if it exchanges with me its position
Absence of all alive says nothing to me
Whimpers of the moon,despite

A few things needed saying

Are the fish electric??
The painted wall has me roused
People come in and out of stores
not listening until someone with huge lips says it
i for one am not that one
A room full of rainbows,What?
Every sin overtaken,disappears

Yes i can't

some the things i hadn't said nearly enough,lately