Indigo Pendant

It seems like a naively short while ago,
staring at a gleaming sheet of the whitest paper,
carefully drawn margins,
neat rulers, labeled by passion, markers of futures,
in abstract we live a long glorious dream.
I had visions of distant towers,
flower maidens on the parapets,
green jade mountains of earthly paradise,
utopic sand-castles.
The wind whispered of truths to be.

I am no longer a lover,
the festive lights were taken down last tuesday,
the sounds of the hustling street are clear through the open window.
A man with a back-breaking load to bear,
a child with wide open eyes outstretched dirty little fingers
he reaches towards you following you around hurriedly as you try to push him away,
hand to mouth, mouth begging for paisa.
There is a grating sound from the nearby factory.
And I lie mouth agape,
my face reflected in a cracked mirror,
my soul feeling like a lost penny, small and alone.
I can move through this world and hear the laboured breathing.
I don't have the energy to move my hands to come to its aid.
The clarity of conviction is the luxury of the ignorant.
And ignorance is truly bliss.

Dark temple

Lying alone in the dark temple,
my head resting on the Mother's stone lap,
steps down to the green pond,
a central courtyard, dark, peaceful,
haunted by the hopes of hundreds
of years of self-sacrifice and love,
of positing the mundane and the grand questions of existence
of launching queries up to the stars above that circle around the edifice.
The dark gopurams, silently breathe, a quiet contemplation,
the warmth of the stone below, a soft hum.
The wind saunters about, the spirits of priests, and lonely old women
who in life, devoted prayer and food to the gods of the domain,
and spent their moments pondering the afterlife as salvation from the bondage of now.
Rest grandmother, in peace. Your footsteps have led you to the dark door. Savour the fruit,
the broken coconut.

Sometimes...

I feel like a Mongoloid bake sale.
A trapeze artiste with a specialized toe hold.
A pacemaker that's one step out of tune.
A ripcord for a birthday balloon.
A whale that ate too much.
A tomb that coughed up a bucket of dust.
Perhaps, tomorrow will have been different.

Please quit, already

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tantalus fibrillating hebbian hair clumps
staring down then up all the while cupping
a lump in the prenup as sand banking slums
pampers amp dancehall cantankerous monacle
sandwich squeeze, peeved
mamwich knee, derving
self craving derisive
why sly? we don't know yet
why shy, plus a-go-go
fry somnia plus convict

"my leg is up on the client"
grets burnt to reading posture
sloth poseur dressed in morocco
once again, frosh mervian
weap turnip weak turn around
i found campers an aerosol cancer
we danced, of course, then lamprey
so shame on shampoo
can it rewrangle
i'm sitting now

shapeshifting, shitting