of travelling pants

on a washed bench
blue paint sheen
slept in a bunk
bed bugged mean
sipped in a bar
got splashed by a car
got smashed like a star
dashed for euro star
pocket torn
blister worn
grinned in blue
globe trotted
dodged the dotted
chocolate spill
coffee refill
road repair drill
roller coaster thrill
my denim philosophy
saw the girls
serene curls
saw the men
dollar and yen
mothers babies
plucky ladies

my world
stretched
in Lea's womb
my thoughts
etched
on Mr. Rob's
tomb

my travelling pants
on the hangar
meditating
maps
in May

sisterhood

fought over jeans
scratched up teens
tooth cavitied
movie
unfizzed coke
ribbing joke
i travelled with you
in glee
broken hand
peeling tan
harassed
over the phone
muffled wink
socked stink
pillow fight
in tee
we hid
we skid
we did
book tickets
to Paris
on a noon
we bought
we caught
a glimpse
or thought
it was Zeus
himself
on a spoon
i see myself
in wavy hair
waiting for life
to say
hey you miss
can you handle this
with candy floss
in May

Lionel Richie something

a
love song
at last
lost its poison
a love song
for me
maybe
nothing
reminds me
i have not

contains the air
like a bubble
sparkling
temporarily

i missed
nothing
in the end
of a love song

i go on
with my day
a stray
smile
occasionally

a brief
glimpse
at the corridor
empty
but not me

i am
always
like wine
just better
after
a doze
in the cellar

a love song
its a love song
someone's
love song
just
not
mine

Pragmatic chic

aclick aclack
aclick aclack
aclick aclack
the heels
barely, airy,
fairily, scary
heightened
sex appeal
aswish aswosh
aswish aswosh
aswish aswosh
the skirts
flouncin, bouncin
pouncin, anouncin
flirt. flirt. flirt.
monday street
ready to greet
mannequins on the move
magazine glaze
billboard haze
21st century
approved

keepers of immortality

in the city of love
we have no homes
we walk
on four way streets
no signals
no signs
no discounts
no uncrossed lines
the wind blows
in winter snows
we walk, feet bare
we halt we pause
we look back
because...
we try
we cry
in the city of love
like a child
we question
like a flower
we wither
in the city of love
in the pity of love
we are
the keepers
of immortality

courtesy: wikipedia

clove hitch go pitch
a type of knot easy to spot
two half stitches like us
binding knot make love
not secure as we are
in that role we live afar
a traditional hitch society dictates
liable to slip we are the bait
work itself loose break the rules
under a rotating load we call life
to tie a clove hitch we must escape
pull to tighten status: away

A4 size

starved
sedated
spring summer
fall
extra
extra
extra
small

medium
large
half a life
bleed out the extra
with a knife

sugar free
tea
no calorie
cookie
feminine
taste buds
on strike

organic
tonic
silicon
surgery
NY
LA
m y
planner
for Thursday

stilettos
panty hose
patra nose
skin tight jeans
still too loose

ribs out
lip pout
to days
menu

punctuations

capital
small
inverted
coma
semi
demi
any
penny
small change
in my head
clink clink
no link
punctuations
are dead
full
stop
question
mark
mornin
im still lost
when to say
when
now
and then
skip a letter
feel better
structure
helps us
not
hot
coffee
cup
hic up
shut up
let me
snip
flip
dip
the notion
the motion
spit out
the adoration
for a stencilled
life
the need
of a man
for a wife
punctuations
we follow
like
religion
a blind
pigeon
snap
im out
im in
to a better
world
we talk about
in
punctuations
keep your city
clean
means
anything
to you
tell you
what
squat
and hear
the choir
with no
punctuations
sirens
hypnotic
psychotic
immoral amen

surname

surname
not her name
stuck to me
a leech
ahem
ahem
1.. 2.. 3.. check
stiff
as a speech
surname
a game
in a world
of man-made men
repeated defeat
endless sheets
as i reach
for a pen
surname
not my name
till the day i wear
a virgin gown
a sacred frown
intelligence and pride i swear.
"surname!"
i wake up
and see her dimpled sleep
"my name
is her name..."
the nurse muttered
"so cheap!"

smokers die young

i wasted my time
25 years
lousy boyfriends
bath-roomed tears
i watched the hand
of time tic
i munched on monotony
got me sick
as the world whistled
obliviously
it got me thinking
obviously
don't get me wrong
im in love wit me
i adore my knee
but. there is the but.
we cut ourselves
watch blood drip
the pang of pain
hands over the grip
note: im anaemic.
so much for the romantic
she was a friend
smoked like a man
waving her hand
as her bare back caught a tan
the cigarette.
the cigarette.
it reeked more spirituality
than holy incense
it fumed and spoke
(made the passive less tense)
as she spoke of sundry love
she seemed to me a warrior
a saga of lust
Lacan says women "lack"
you sure about that?
the organ we politely avoid!
shamefully designed
no sir, you don't make it on today's tabloid
we are the men in lace
the reconditioned race
fighting the horrors
of a pimpled face
daring the demons
of kitchen disgrace

smokers die young.

u n stitc hed so ul

w i t h
no thread of life
i t
journeys

detached

in and o u t

form all y

emp tied of feelings
and t he high of ja zz

ins en sitive to an e pit aph

it breaks eve ry p at tern
w e tr y an d make

it un do es every k not
we lov in gly fr oze

it out do es every p um p
of ox y gen

my soul is unstitched
it d rapes me like a m an