Thursday, November 29, 2007

The menu

for him :
fried legs of my mind
to bite with his pint
bits of my soul
on tooth picks
for him to nibble
though it makes him sick
peeled whole body
just warmed a bit
moving as he like it
to a slow slow beat
for you:
a lame mind to tickle
before it fully rots
same bits of soul
to taste
before it reach
the bin
smell of my body
to keep
before it dries up
in the sun


ra said...

your obsession with death and decay leaves a very interesting taste.

just like in the desert where so much is left to waste, to die - it teems with life.

Shoonyata said...

ra: that is very insightful... agree on the is teaming with life..below the surface...there are patches of oasis as well, if you finds them..but then oases gets boring :)

Chrisann said...

its like light and darkness
balance and poise in the universe
you can measure light
can't measure darkness

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

this is just intense and kind of gross... how do u think of such stuff? :)

Shoonyata said...

chrisann: beautifully said! darkness is boyond measurement many times!

raaji: intensity is personal...but life is gross many times...we try to be cocooned from it...but that also needs a voice :)

Sweetstickychewy said...

Interesting and deep.

kammommy said...

u r the male emily dickinson.....

Shoonyata said...

Sweeet...: thanks

kammommy: hmmmmm...:))