Many Namesakes
Boots in air
an elite brain hangs out
from the tall tears.
It does not search an exit.
Time moves out
with a murder in eyes.
Leading a spartan life
in a lair, in tune
with absolutely zilch.
A sexy mouth mimes
for a glittering tree.
Parakeets were coming in swarms.
Can you believe, he was
in a hit list
of a gliding moon?
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I Know Me
It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain.
The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.
The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.
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Tremulous Light
In my sky your blackbird
a lamp without a light
making a nest of moon
where the fireflies will meet.
A mirror breaks my dream
I paint my graveyard with blood
of a rose which felled a tattoo
from the morning dew.
They make love under a -
cloud in shimmering dark
of vanishing youth; One day someone
will claim the fallen vial.
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Committed
A flash point in ocean
becomes omnivorous
eating the boats.
The sharks unstick and
sleep on waves
for another abeyance.
Sitting on the wheels
of a tank,
men waited for the revolution to scoop
a scorched motherhood
where the children
were becoming missiles.
The light moves in circle
to find the mirrors
on a blue horse.
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Wounded Path
I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover.
The effect of a lone moon:
when I decided
to abandon the land of questions
and word by word
erode you magic.
A genital journey lands you
back in explosive fire of being
or becoming not a secret sin.
We bare our wealth, drop
the silence and pursue a path
of destructive carnations.
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Blemishes
Without assent
I open your book
to find your crazy god on mat.
Love was a blind bird
in a state of agony.
Learning to fly.
Moon would not reply
through aslant door.
Something was between us.
Here, now a sordid tale
breaks the taboo. They
were investing on skin.
It was a cheap wine
in a golden chalice,
for a lipless mouth.
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This Side Of Game
The world has shrunk.
Have sex in half-black
bipartisan calculations.
Ripping apart,
no body was naked
inside the costume.
I was too wakeful
under the ventilator.
They were killing me methodically.
It was theatrical.
White gowns and blue gowns.
Only miracle was nude.
This was an endless pit.
Young boys had learned
to rape.
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Into The Lair
Would not wear
the seasoned face.
Eye for eye
blasting the truth.
The path becomes the tunnel.
Unending,
in pain of speech
at the expense of ethics.
Under the fingernails
they start interbreeding
the ideas, crimnalizing the
upright past.
A vultured darkness descends
on the raped bed.
The great seduction of moon
had triumphed.
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Contraptions
When I was arranging daffodils
you send in tanks.
The sky was overcast.
When I was talking to clouds
Fireballs are delivered.
That signals the specific gravity
is shifting to knobs.
The artist was going
to disappear.
I think of faithfulls.
How beautifully they talk of
two moons.
I had decided to quit
when you send in a hymn.
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Ignition
Like a butterfly pinned
in a collage, fluttering.
Death makes a deal.
I was appalled
standing on the edge
watching the withering body.
The lake drowns me.
Seagulls were waiting
for a renaissance.
It is not even midsummer.
The planting of the kiss
remains incomplete.
No sex was involved
in baring midriff.
Moon ignites the legs.
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