Hammering morality

A knife slash on a biological knot
Ending nine months of painful feast.
A drop of blood that began my reality.
Cared, pampered, silver spoon spoilt.
Warped reality, alluring illusions.
Wrapped in a warm moral blanket,
Sheltered in a house of mirrors.
Images of self, sparking the future.
Home made plans, ruminant headaches.
All-commanding mirrors force control
On a young child's stomach and mind,
On a young man's stubble and cock,
On a labourer's sweat and alliance,
On an old man's story and grave.
I gathered courage, hammered my way.
Eventuated googol bits of shattered glass.
Images of self all around me.
Past, present, future, history.
Truth silently hid in smoke.
A dozen silly untold lies haunted.
Hours of regret for my broken home.
Hours of guilt for evaporated sweat.
Hours of morbid self-realisation.
As I lie amid those broken bits,
Involuntary wit of my hands conjured
A collage of my past adventures.
A hundred eyes of mine disillusioned.
Some reflective, some plain lost.
A hundred faces of mine reborn.
Some sad, some with grinding teeth.
A hundred arms of mine reached for me.
Some strong, some with veins that bled.
Brimming with remorse, disheartened
Sought refuge among those bits.
Just another piece of glass
Still large enough to be broken.

The Army man

Razor edged salutes
Aviator stares
Leather boot footprints
chromed metal belt buckles
Stars on your shoulder
Pride in your eyes

Fat men eating your meal
Dead friends haunting at night
Mother waiting for the phone ring
You waiting for that destined bullet.

?

You cant drink the honey, honey
If you want to roam the distance.
Go around in circles, circles, circles..
And more circles..
When you're done with that shopping spree..
Buying soap and toothpaste and dirt
Drinking whiskey, wine, detergent
And all those bright yellow freebies..
Trading someone else's bills
For yet another can of adrenaline rush
Hush hush hush..
Dont speak a word..
If you want to SHUT UP!!!

Bolt

As smoke cleared
Revealing brown eyes
As alcohol haze subdued
to dreamy silence
As sunshine faded
To a peaceful night
As momentary madness
turned radical
A bolt unexpected
Cleared the audience.

Promises

Wealth, the moments stagnant
Capital, the breed is pregnant
Money,the stream's buoyant
Credit, your foe not hope
Debit, the signs unseen.
Promises, you don't know them.

Pool, Pills, Blue

Fill the pool
Now the pills
Count me in
Push me in
Drown to death
Banish breath
Never see the land
Just deep blue

The bridge made of matches

Seemed a stack of matches.
Tied together by an unseen thread,
They floated above a flowing stream.
The bridge that was two languages.
Matches indeed those logs that joined,
A moment's shine, an hour's char,
And nobodies till the end of time.
Drooping words after a day's slogging
A non-existent dialog among dialects.
Start the dialog and try walking
See if it'll stand or fall.

Home Alone

A splash of water on my face.
A face in the mirror staring at me.
A few marks of wet feet on the red floor.
A couple of razor blade cuts on my chin.
Toothpaste smell hiding tobacco stench.
Watching TV as amma cooked and left.
An endless wait for the newspaperboy.
Cricket, murder, politics in the ears.
Comprehending whats good in the news.
A couple of women reading out.
About who killed whom and who's seeing whom.
When done with those dosas for good
Dozing off home alone.

The joker my mother cant see

Sipping in those cups of tea
Fueling the burns inside me again,
Sucking in some smoke from a cigarette
Clearing those worms from my brain,
A joker with smeared make up is smiling inside.
Holding onto a parachute
He floats around in my brain.
Mocking those war-cries
Trading his blood for smile.
Evading those missiles from foes
Taking refuge in a circus tent.
Amusing all those kids in there
With his blood-red lips.
Trusting that thick canvas canopy
That hides me from my mother's eyes.

An Exotic Poison

When bound to that Reality Foundation
When they drool over plucked flowers and killed birds
I would go hitchhiking to the turbulent
The travails of the lost, the rhetorics of the unconscious.
Scrutinizing the timekeeper and his monumental years.
Into the intoxicating absentia of spastic morality.
Unadulterated by passive reality
An exuberant charm of an exotic poison.

Monochrome Depression

Would you even shiver
When I fall from this pinnacle of ecstasy
To the pulsating ocean of thought?
Would you dab a paintbrush at me
When I fade away to monochrome depression
With a bleeding throat in a monster's hands?
Would you even bat an eyelid
When I shine flashlights at you in despair
Scared to dare the haunting dark?
Would you even speculate
What runs inside of me?
Whats burning my imprisoned times?
Typhoons craving and wailing in here?
The prospect of my grave so soon?