new era dawns

eyes dark and still

dead pool of icy ink

spreading chill

as you give me head

sucking away the stink

of love care and all that shit

.

the waves the waves

hit you in the gut

purple lobsters pop out

of thawing artic ice

.

only roaches in the mind

hairy feet tickle razor’s edge

when flipped they row

row row thick air

.

oh, I’m moving

trailing fluorescent stink

upside down and clawing air

a new era dawns

!

you

fresh from the bath

lingering freshness of nakedness

yet to be shed

the mind searches the cupboard

.

crumpled worn-out faded

sighing with soft musty smell

you lie hidden behind

the crisp the new the colorful

.

rummaging fingertips

pause feel linger

smoothen the creases

in fleeting moments remember

.

all that there was

all that there is

some undressed off the skin

some burnt into it

.

the nest

drifting strands of music
rustles the grass
in green meadows painted in the sky
.
ruffling my feathers as I gather

twigs of your thoughts
one after another after another
.
dry, dusty and brittle
.
softening them
with taste of our wetness
lingering in my beak
.
weaving a nest
in one nook of
the old sacred tree
.
where our silences
pause to listen
to dreams making love

.

a night, a drive and death

dark wind
sings as it dances
.
rooted in the sand
the lonely tree joins
.
shrubs whirl past
moving in reverse
limbs split to strands
by cold cutting wind
.
death licks the bugs
off the windscreen for starters
its breath frosting the glass
cutting off the road
.
reason panics
trapped inside
opens the window
takes flight
.
laughter shakes the car
upside down
the main course served
with warm sticky sauce
.
full, death explodes
embedding bits and pieces
deep inside the rest there
and a few away elsewhere
.

dreams

the dreams
are back
.
the cat
the raven
the snake
.
One ate
the Other’s cry
lest it pierce
the Third’s eye
.
but the Third’s eyes bore
twin holes in One
bleeding out the cry
taunting it to try
.
One wrapped the oozing cry
In its voice and went mute
the Other opened its beak
to swallow the echoes growling at the peaks
.
the Third uncoiled the time
blurring this piece of space
.
eyes flipped inside out
back
to the sets
of real illusion

monsoon afternoon

cubes of silence

fresh from the ice tray

slowly melt

.

on the bare back

of your whispers

half asleep

.

the fingers of my thoughts

trace the wet trail

teasing the skin

.

life pauses

listning to music

of aftternoon rain

.

your bedside clock beeps

struggling to push

the heavy time along

.

controlled insanity

deep purple patches
wearing goofy grins
skateboard wild n’ blind
up and down the dancing smile
.
strange winds blow away
crutches on amputed reason
blurring everything black and white
to smudging shades of colorful grey
.
little glowing dots
step out of dark nooks
lighting up uncurling tentacles
tickling insanity to life
.
come, piggyback ,
free fall with me
.
no chutes
no gliders
no net
.
smash down and paint
the dark gloomy sky
with splattering lovely red

.
or maybe

.
splash into the blue green
puddle of dreams
forever wet
.
what say
you

?

so said the woman---6

i want to make
a baby with you
.
allow our thoughts
to shed what they wear
hold hands and slowly slither
down and around
that untroden trail
many a time we saw
we sniffed and stood
panting
right at the edge
peering over the hedge
.
i want to make
a baby with you
.
allow our minds
to wander free
where hands wont touch
and the lips wont kiss
to those little dark corners
where the toungues long
to make music
to all those moves
shackled and buried deep
where music is deaf
and waltz is lame
.
i want to make
a baby with you
.
with
.
the colorful hues in your eyes
the fountain that bursts at my finger tips
those little sharp edges
scraped off your mind
and the warm sticky clay
spinning on the wheel inside me
where my hands dont reach

.
until

.
the tips of our hair tickles
and unfolds the skin
and the wiff of our breath
follows the tongue
making
rainbows explode
lighting the universe
.
i want to make
a baby with you

!

an old rhythm

an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the thoughts heaped up …like lots and lots of rusty old keys…tied up for long in the old cloth bag with musty smell of pickled monsoons tightly tied up with the frayed double knotted string

.
an old rhythm plays on the edge of the mind

.
the keys are heavy, rusty, some sticky, some smooth, some rough…they learn to breathe again as your whispers seep through the string and the folds and the fabric….bring in the scent of the dance and music from so far away…reaching inside riding the waves set off as you move your body to the sensuous beat

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the fingers fumble at the knot, pretend to play with the breeze and return opening the belly button, releasing the trapped scent of damp forests firing up the blood hounds chasing the playful little rabbit hidden deep in the burrow

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
and spreads slowly swirling about from the far dark edges to the toe and all other tips and pores…ready to dissolve the layers of dried onion skins and almost touch the core

.
an old rhythm plays, on the edge of the mind

.
the keys clamor loud as the heart rolls in the empty tin box….and slowly fall silent as the music fades..falling in a heap again in the old old old bag

.
but the old rhythms plays on, on the edge and beyond the mind

:)

my mind, now

green fresh leaves
flavoring the sunlight
still some dried deadwood
dangling limp
chop chop chop

silence just smiles

dried silence like dead animal hide
cake of baked blood thick inside
cloaking the being still long after
the undress the caress and the kiss
.
smell of freshly squeezed honey
readies its long manicured fingers
to dig in and touch the sprout to life
but fumbles, fails, retreats
.
trapped inside, the beast roars
the silence smiles with silence
the blood, oozes in the warmth
the sprout screams in the darkness
stumbling about inside the seed

.

nite,pub,old friends

memories
crabwalk
tickling
sleepy
time-dunes
deep
.
green
florescent
fizz
frothing
thoughts
bubbling
laughter
.
rocking
floating
debris
clearing
sticky
muck
.
trapping
broken
moon
for
keeps

.