I went up to the top of the highest mountain There was a man there, they had told me. A man with shadowy eyes and long, flowing white hair A man who could turn invisible at will A man whose orange skin was so bright It could blind you even before you could open yourContinue reading “Orange Man with Dick Out”
The air today it reeks of sorrows wild. The smoke from cars and trucks and burning trash The fumes off burning hearts that used to dream The sordid lusts of hawks who thirst for blood.
We’re citizens of a tribe of sedative-ecstatic savages, in Kingdoms of filth and infrastructural amenities, with Gold-crusted grins of sharp shocking jaws Anaesthetized, impervious, black punctured eyeballs.
Rudolph the rednosed reindeer, Had a very shiny nose. And if they ever saw him, They would let him know it blows.
Listen – do listen! – to Bulleh Shah Beware of the tyranny of names!
A monster’s heart is beating it alive This city’s stench and bile is still aglow. And you and I are dregs of mindless dust Just wafting thoughts that pass, and are forgot.
She was docked for a while in my cove of love And again and again I confessed it But my arms were too thin, and she thought my chest Was repulsively soft when she pressed it. It was funny at first, but I quickly saw I would have to endeavour to work it – IfContinue reading “Docked at Lanky Bay”
You say I have to watch it. There was a time, many years ago, When my mom used to caution me against bad company. Don’t associate with bad kids, she said, They’ll rub off on you, And soon, You won’t be able to tell right from wrong. And so I didn’t – I spent theContinue reading “I Don’t Want to Talk To Mukesh”
We’re citizens of a tribe of sedative-ecstatic savages We inhabit kingdoms of infrastructure and sewers, Belligerent beasts writhe under our itchy politeness Our collective stench is doom itself, but our senses dull it, dispel it.
there was gas somewhere in india. and they proposed that someone please mine it, so everyone may benefit from the Richness of India’s Lands.
Once there was a Praful Who wanted to be successful And because his name was rhyme He felt his chance was good.
Hurtling across the sky, the engines roar But all I can see is the blinker Flashing on the right wing, Imposing a red roundness On an otherwise shapeless white cloud.
Consumed again is my heart thus By a paralysis I cannot shake
The Dreamers For the creation of dreams, Sleeping is not necessary. What is essential however,
Gargoyles guard an old church with drool. The bright green paint surrenders and runs,
I’m sitting in the sun,
An ode to the free, Here’s a rhyming tree Of lines that make no sense at all! Why’re you reading this at all? My lines are mundane Ain’t using my brain! But fantasizing about you now You’re reading nonsense! Ee Hawn ACK ChoW! Still in this vein, It’s just a game! Can’t stop writing can’tContinue reading “A Rhyme About Nothing”
Newton was born on Christmas day Dead father and annoying mom, He grew up destined to run a farm And appeared slightly dumb. His mother, Hanna Ayscough married An aging rector for the money Isaac, abandoned , alone and young Could hardly find it funny. He sat for hours, staring deep At leaves and birdsContinue reading “Life of Newton”
The first time I saw the red black dragon’s flare Peeking over your tight T-shirt’s neckline, I thought if this wasn’t the first time we had met, I could have said something sexy. Instead I settled for – you have a tattoo. Your shoulder blades stiffened, the dragon blushed You turned to face me now,Continue reading “Dear Stacy”