Thursday, June 28, 2012

There is Room

There is room in my room,
There is room in my bed,
But I do not know whom to invite.
I married two women,
I slept with some more,
But I know not, I cannot decide.

In my dimly lit past
There are sparkles of love
And of lips pursed in answer to passion.
But the present is void
Of the conqueror’s thrill, 
I fear – I’m no longer in fashion.

I dreamt



I dreamt I was a zebra
My intellect intact.
I lived and grazed and frolicked
In manner circumspect.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

The Mirror


Written 12 December 2010

The Mirror

What’s with this mirrored face so stern,
Bald-headed.and (as I
Have said before), grim and,
Judgmental, unforgiving?

The Road


THE ROAD
I sat beside the asphalt road                            
Just resting for an instant,
And chanced to hear a sombre note
Come trailing weird and distant.
It was a sound, just barely heard.
I looked around: This is absurd!
What makes a noise like this one?

Thursday, June 14, 2012

A Poem for 14th June 2012



I’ve made a firm decision.
Whoever calls me on,
Won’t be a hooded skeleton,
Walkyrie or Charon.

It’ll be a vibrant figure,
All dressed in dernier cri:
“Excuse me, we have met before!
You come along with me!”