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
.

8 comments:

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 desert...it 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...:))