Think. Blink. Walk. Run.
Slow. Fast. Faster.
All’s there for you.
Miss them or die.

Look straight ahead,
Don’t dare look back.
Gas up, gas up.
No time to slack.
Pant, pant. Don’t stop.

So friggin’ tired,
You’re almost there,
But not quite yet.
Go, go faster.
Faster, faster.

You pass by them,
The other boys;
They’re sweating bad.
Run they in haste,

Fuck you to them.
The world is fucked.
You’re losing time,
Speed’s not enough!
You can’t catch up.



Whispers and Whiskers

In the dark and cold of a night
A rat looked at me in the eye.
She had a pink rose in one ear,
A pink ribbon in the other,
Long, fine, like millions of whiskers,
Small bulbs attached to their ends.

She asked, “Wanna dance, you handsome?”
Chills all over me I yelled “Mom!”
My voice so loud my senses drowned.
Then she snarled—she made my heart pound.
“You can’t yell like that, oh my God,”
Damn rat said it sweet, nonchalant.

“Flee you must, flee you must, coward!”
My nipples sort of said like mad.
In a place and time just like that
Everything soft grows super hard.
You lose all your senses, okay.
But it’s weird tingly all the same.

Then footsteps were heard suddenly;
I wished to hell it was my mom.
The rat who thought pink was pretty
Climbed up the ceiling but fell down.
Up the wall she went back as fast
As her ribbon flew to the ground.

The door banged open oh-so-fast
It brought back my fighter’s spunk.
Believing that mom was around,
I felt braver and then looked up.
But there I found no ratty rat,
And at the door—no mom in sight.

I shouted again, “Mom, you there?!”
My voice real loud, for all I care.
My body grew numb and shivered;
Then I heard a loud flop somewhere.
And there was crash, some glass smashed,
Some scuttling feet outside.

I stood with no thought what to do;
I dashed out, swift, without a clue—
Whom to call, what I was up to—
Then went back right in to my room,
Grabbed my glasses and put them on,
Surprised at how I’d seen it all.

I’m blind without the glasses on
Yet saw the rat, rose, and ribbon.
For a few my mind went berserk
Yet I tried to collect myself.
“Are my eyes cured?” I wished to know.
My God! Oh my! Oh yes! Oh no!

Dazed so badly, out run did I,
Wished I had wings so I could fly.
Near my room’s door I knocked a chair—
It made a racket, raised my hair.
Then rushing down the wooden stairs,
I slipped and fell down to my face.

I don’t know what had come to pass.
When I came to I was surprised
To find myself in a ballroom
Full of rabbits, cats, dogs, and mice,
Whose coats sparkled under the moon,
Dancing, drinking wines, eating pies.

… (to be continued)


I, Voyeur

It feels terrible—the shadow’s fangs of darkness
Sinking into her sun-lit sky of innocence
Shaped in such huge atomic faithlessness
In her beauty at which nobody stares.

She closes her eyes and down there there’s tickle;
Then she begins to think of his handsome face.
And the world feels so like hurried carousel
As his tongue frolics in her in complete haste.

She bites her lips and they open nonetheless–
She forgets it is her first experience yet.
Her ohs and ahs run counter to her protests
To the intruder romping under her skirt.

Yes, she’s giddy as a planet, only she feels more,
As the body of attraction’s skin-close to her.
Creating friction and belying metaphor,
The sensation’s turned her wits into a cadaver.

Then he rises and unclothes and then proceeds
As if to do not was way beyond his deeds.
She undresses, as in earnest she salivates
To savor his breath, its warmth, its sweetness, its taste.

In his hands her bosoms have defied gravity,
His suckling’s made them stand to immortality.




You’re the loudest braggart that I could find,
Who’s always silenced the world by your cries
About beauty, ugliness, truth, and lies
As if the world were contained in your mind.

You claim you and God look so much alike–
What a blasphemy that’s come down the pike!
You say you’re far better than most animals
But you can’t protect lives the way Kabang does.

You can imagine and create concepts,
Even them you don’t fully understand.
You speak loftily about many subjects–
Though they’re only the experience of your lust.

You claim will is free, your reality,
When reality is illusory,
So familiar as the back of your hand,
And so countable as grit in the sand.




The River Styx murmurs and streams
Amidst the swirls of icy wind
Caressing my face and my hair
While bluebirds flutter in the air.

Some ravens chirp atop a tree
Looking out on the vast Dead Sea
Splish-splashing proudly, mightily
Like thunder of serenity.

Then her breathy kiss to my ears,
The pulsations in her body,
And her silent snores in the night
Become stentorian, so loud.

Like a plop of water from a mile
Into a lovely, quiet pond,
And a baby’s innocent smile,
Beautiful, pure, and without sound.




It’s she you love,
Because you thought
She was perfect,
Even after
She’s imperfect.
It’s she you choose
To love, marry,
Spend your life with,
And grow old with
Though you’re unsure
She feels the same
Way towards you.
She’s your big dream,
Your illusion;
You are that you
Believe she is
Your only hope,
She holds your life
Like gravity
Controlling in
Its hands the life
Of everything
That swims, that floats,
Flies and hovers,
Sings, shouts, cries, laughs,
Screeches, whinnies,
On air, on land,
Under the sea,
Also above
The vast green fields.
She bears the fruits
That smell so stale
And taste perfect
Because your love
And nurturing
Have made them so.


My Shay


Of all the things that’ve been said and done
None is worse than a dog’s betrayal.
You think she is good, all too loyal,
But still she bites you without command.

You feed her well and by well it’s meant
You don’t skip her meals and all the rest,
Which you’d personally’ve skipped yourself
Like TV, reading time, and shower.

So strong is the bond, or so you thought,
Between you and Shay the rascal dog;
Without your asking her she’d kiss you
And show you tricks that no one could do.

There’s no reward better than this love
That knows no limits, no jealousy,
Which stays alert and always on guard,
Embracing your insecurity.

There is no better joy than the pride
That you get from this marriage of trust
And respect and self-assuring love.
(How I always get it quick and fast!)

This clouds your mind and all your reasons
And creates ugly expectations
From the world who knows not to do wrong,
Whose laws are lost in misconception.

When love abides so sure and so strong,
So do the more one’s proclivities–
You make so many demands beyond
Any heart could give and understand.

Slowly love proves to be peculiar,
It can’t be all as it claimed to be;
Your intent is marred with suspicion,
Your act, once selfless, is now measured.

When the world applauds your lovely Shay,
You feel like she’d leave you the next day;
When nobody takes notice of her,
You feel as though you brought out the worst
In her that you step back a little
To check when closeness’s detached and lost.

Oh, how it is like for Shay with this
Kind of rude treatment that doesn’t please.
There is betrayal, or is it there?
Maybe it is you who is unfair.