Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Unofficial Business ~ Wednesday, July 24, 2024

One hand claps my ear
no irony rings the bell
enter the zen-dō

harmony, a tear
as it rolls down, I feel sound
not bad, not unwell
despite a soft blow

clearly, Zenji hears the pitch
lifts me, wings unbound
anger, desire, fear
pains me more than delusion
serves me right, unclear

mind, a decision
yesterday, at dusk, I stitch

each cut with some thread
as to what I dread
restless wolves, an ancient witch

Sunday, July 21, 2024

entre ces deux langues ~ dimanche, 21 juillet 2024

il y a cette boîte
le chat à l'intérieur

y partícula

alfa de largo

caliente alcance
entre les deux mondes
tué ou vivant
tué le chat de l'espace
entre deux états

boire du vin rosé
organiser une grande fête
î (i-circumflex)
tirer ton chapeau
entre la vie et la mort

Friday, July 19, 2024

Demure Drug Mule ~ Friday, July 19, 2023

As sweet as sugar
suffer the saccharine trust

sucrose assets save
wealth from a hooker
each sex worker knows their trade
each pimp works like rust
till plow to the grave

ask not who earns a deep cut
sugar makes the grade

sorrow defines life
under the scalpel, abort
gifts within such strife
ask not what they snort
real cocaine out of her butt

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response ~ Thursday, July 18, 2024

To attain enlightenment, satori
on the Red Line seems antithetical

answer me this, do you expect to find
the wisdom you seek under a torii
the vicinity seems right but a lie
attached to objects categorical
in an instant to awaken to mind
nothing without perfect understanding

enlightenment doesn't come cheap, the sky
needs to be replaced, that's a lot of paint
leave the clouds alone, people like them white
ideology becomes a complaint
given notions of purity and light
however, no one can stop the branding
transcend reality on the Red Line
even if it cannot be done, just try
nothing but emptiness and wisdom true
maybe not here, tingles up your straight spine
even such sensory responses speak
nothing for satori, I sit and cry
trying to make sense of a world so blue

sorrow and suffering help me reflect
as people appear ignorant and weak
transcend reality, the help you need
obey the rules of physics, get on, sit
realize their anger, hatred and greed
involve the conditions, create a pit

of despair and delusion, to detect
nothingness beyond the self, the story

transcend reality, seek no-glory
how elusive is the mirror of mind
even if one word slips out this I find

Restlessness in others creates small waves
ever still as a placid lake, a stone
drops to create ripples, pass all the graves

Literally, the dead offer a bone
if this is not humorous, leave aside
nothing but pain and suffering, gory
each cemetery we pass, there, my bride

Saturday, July 13, 2024

Summertime ~ Saturday, July 13, 2024

Anticipation, silently, I buzz
slinky as a little black dress, I bless

the ground beneath her mythic feet, I flee
how to escape a rape, a snake, I push
each apiarist far away, I seek

passion, the afterlife, poet, I guess
robes flowing to the marble floors, I see
only flies on the walls, summer, I die
visions of justice wronged, such breadth, I creak
each floorboard bends, a shade, such weight, I smoke
restless dust in the Underworld, I work
bitter memories into ash, I woke
in death to loveless emptiness, I twerk
at the nightclub, or a strip club, I cry
lonely as the other, my wife, I find

forgotten by the birds, sparrows, I hear
lingering in bushes, chatter, I break
into song, the women listen, I grind
each lens into ashes and dust, I want
selfish thoughts to disappear, soon, I fear

orbits of gravity escape, I stake
nothing but, yes, my loneliness, I trail

through tomato gardens, hopeless, I ask
humanity to remember, I fail
each day to uncover fortune, I mask

wealth in a magical disguise, I haunt
aspects of this world, ignorant, I shine
limber as a leaf, green as spring, I dream
language reaches the dead, absurd, I cream
slimy walls, maggots and pus, splat, I pine

Thursday, July 11, 2024

Alien Citizen ~ Thursday, July 11, 2024

As the song, "Born in the U.S.A.", plays
silently, I rage inside with sorrow

the decades spent in this country, the fact
how I got here, to what purpose, it stays
empty, my lack of pride, lack of pleasure

silently, I seethe with rage, beg, borrow
or even steal, if to take what I lack
nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go
given two legs, I run to seek treasure.

Born in Bombay, millions I left behind
over and over, we moved, place to place
remember nothing, memories turn blind
nowhere is home, family is my disgrace

if alcoholism were a game show
not that I would ever know, now you see

the reason I studied philosophy
how I needed to make sense of childhood
emotional and sensitive, no good.

Until I became an adult, all grown
Sugar was sweet, I was beat, I was blown
Away by California girls, the years

passed, I grew up, I grew old, I shed tears
lonesome, an alien, a citizen
after my father died, a simpleton
yes, these words I string, a popcorn necklace
still, poor, no business sense, this room, my space

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Karen ~ Wednesday, July 10, 2024

In my arms, you fit
not that I then understood

mistook the red flags
yet, here and now, sit

awaiting your sweet embrace
rest assured, I brood
mistakes, pack your bags
still, you I will always love

yes, my arms, this space
once you fit, I stare
until the window turns black

fixed, wishful, I dare
in a heart attack
to call out your name, my dove

Tirich Mir til topps ~ Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Once there was a time
not long ago, not at all
children were this tall
each child had a dime

time was the days were longer
how long no one knew
each child who could grew
really strong and then, stronger
each day the trees wept

wept for each child born
as each child grew very big
smaller than a pig

as big as a thorn

to adorn every rose bush
in time gardeners learned
many a child yearned
each day to grow in the Kush

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Tussy Presides ~ Tuesday, July 9, 2024

The ego is fierce
how it will never let go
endless figure eights

even as to pierce
gallantly a large balloon
order is for show

if The President debates
seeking election

for a silver spoon
in an infant's mouth
elicits a certain charm
recent polls go south
contain the alarm
ejection in detection

Sunday, July 7, 2024

मार ~ Sunday, July 7, 2024

Murderer demure
under death's dark influence
recovers her sense
decent and secure
even her apprehension
reveals affluence
egoless, immense
recovery in a cell

despite detention
execution row
masks her willingness to serve
under no Lucknow
response to observe
enmity, a bell

Singularity ~ Sunday, July 7, 2024

In one direction,
needless to say but I speak

of temporal sense;
now my objection,
earnest as a pledge: my plight

diminishes weak
introspection; hence,
remove the veil of white lies,
emerge into light;
correction: as time
takes no time whence to unfold
in itself: a chime
of one note, so bold
no one perceives 
its disguise.

Friday, July 5, 2024

Il pagliaccio ~ Friday, July 5, 2024

The world irritates
how it rubs against the grain
excites as to vex

witless dust frustrates
old ashen corpse broken down
reason out the brain
leave the world a hex
death spell or a placid lake

interview a clown
realize the smile
realize the fallen tear
invokes bitter bile
transform hate from fear
authenticity so fake
turn genuine strain
engaged in good sex
sieve water through clean sluice gates

Thursday, July 4, 2024

ο αστεροφάγος ~ Thursday, July 4, 2024

At PK's, a bar, Irish, a chip shop
to associate football, Chicken Tikka Masala

Preposterous space, a pipe dream fitted
Kicks for penalties, or Papa Kitty
suck shit and die, this one life, upstairs, a bookstore and flights

a massage parlor, yoga studio

basking in the sun with a rooftop pool
a high-rise hotel, too much, location, Hyde Park, Hype Dark
remember the bills, the debts and the rent

If I were lucky, studied business, stars
ricochet across the sky at night, a meteor falls
if I were born rich, I'd clear the oceans
such debris to choke all of Alaska
how to end this endless life, full of marvel and wonder

asterophagos eats stars and pipe dreams

chonky, pitch black cat in the restaurant
helps himself to the food dropped and left for waste by patrons
if supporters knew how important dreams
placed and fitted square means to an artist

shrug your limp, drunken shoulders, why should you care, language bakes
hearty, Goan meals, Vindaloo Palace
order a Guinness in the Irish pub
pop on by for a massage or practice Haṭha yoga

Spell ~ Thursday, July 4, 2024

The Fourth of July. On this day, I cry
how I'm no longer a child, how fireworks appear so wild
each year, I grow old. Look back, sad and cold

Friends no longer lie on the couch, eat pie
on TV, The Twilight Zone, give the dead dog a Milk Bone
underneath, now mild, the floors newly tiled
rest from acting bold, a mask, a life sold
thoughtless, empty, from the start. Decisions, a work of art
how on my smartphone, I write poems, hone

old memories lost, knives rusted, the cost
forgotten, an old man weeps, others celebrate, he sleeps

Juju, black ice frost, winter beckons, tossed
under the bed, creeps out with yellow peeps
lingers awhile as eyes dart side to side, wary, claws smart
yet, how do they pry apart summer's dry