Underneath all this fleshy goodness, I squirm.
The disco ball flashes green,
Red, yellow, blue, white,
Yellow, blue, white,
White, white, white, white,
White labouring under delusions
Of the uterine fluid frothing and turning
A mass of puke under
your body laid to waste
Under the inertia of a million lives before
And ahead, an occasional
Green, and then a red, and then a blue, and then
The blank white of your eyes
Dipped in the nectar of your stench of existence.
Flashes of colours in a rapidfire stream
Of raw pleasures that
I wake up and call
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I drew my hood over my head
Shielding me from my cold within
As I drew the candlelight up
Casting shadows behind
And light over the cat leading the way
To its prey, my prey
Or my companion for the few eternal moments ahead
A hurrumph from the tailpipes
Drew me to the flame ahead
The flame by the park bench
Bleeding in the red shadows of my light
I swooped and gathered it
Extinguishing my candle light
I needed it no more, the flame was brighter
Than the sun, the final epiphany of the soul,
The man’s last sigh, my human keepsake.
Who is that?
Riddling around the short green bottles
Of envy, fresh and pure
A walking cane flashes
In the brilliance of the solution
Bouncing around the pot-bellied figure
Of dry sleep and moist calm
And they chant: ‘May the answer satisfy
May the solution rectify’
With flaps of pages resounding
In the dungeon depths of books undrenched
The Riddler comes to a halt.
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Suddenly, I noticed something about the wind that I had not before. The wind smelt of him. When I was no longer with him, the full blast of the wind’s familiarity hit me, like an avalanche or a bomb from a raiding fighter jet.
The leaves reach out and take a dip in the elixir of golden brown light. Summer is here.
I want to see and feel the entire world so that I can say you’re the best I’ve known.
Oh you wet hair, I love you
Wet body, I love you
Body that houses me, my mind, my soul, I love you
Oh me from the past, I love you.
Oh me in the present, you ought to be better, but I still love you
You little god-figure on the wall, I do not know why, I love you
I love you, you sunlight finding your way to me through the narrow windows,
You air, with every breath I take, I cannot but love you,
I love you, oh multitude of things,
I even love my ineptitude at naming all of you in your multitudinous glory,
Though with a tinge of regret.
I love you all,
I love you right now, holding this second still,
I love you dearly,
I love you I love you I love you.
Somehow, in some distant past, there was a pulse of time, when the lines of my palm seeped into yours. A keepsake. Read me just as you would read time.
An ounce of peace and a gallon of quiet!