The Alarm

The walls, silent walls listen 

to the songs of your angst 

the darn walls do not even applaud 

they sit still, not even apprehensive 

that you will breakdown -

the darn walls 

the mosquitoes fly by with sick oblivion 

seeking your blood as they you are their ranch 

and their annoying whir - god their annoying whir 

sickens you to your stomach 

they rob you the little sleep you are bargaining for 

the sleep you've bargained for six hours 

and now dawn is here

the alarm does not raise you -

you raise the alarm 

and the alarm snoozes you 

because you are tired, 

tired of thinking - tired of dawns

that bring nothing but weary dreams 

I Do Not Bother

I do not get it - I do not even want to contemplate

How can someone's life choices offend me?

I go for the superficial - the one you have chosen to show 

The rest is between a secret and darkness 

I do not want to know 

The deep is between you and your gods 

Show me what I need to know 

I will not go for the hidden meaning 

You are not a poem 

or a work of art 

I do not care who you are when you slip 

into the darkness 

It just is not worth my time

Once I Rode Your Kiss

Once, I rode on your kiss 

to lands, I must confess, 

lands of bespoke pleasure 

Just why did I mess?

Once, your smile lit my soul 

and your smile echoed in my head 

long after you were gone 

then, I felt alive - now I am dead 

Once, your steps led you to me 

and mine to you - we often met halfway 

then we indulged in ourselves 

now, there is not much to talk or say 

A Bachelor's Evening

 aromas of freshly cooking meals 

assail the lone man in his crib 

children wail, 

mothers scold errant children 

tired mothers scold their children 

threatening - as a form of affection - 

to thoroughly clobber them 

still usurps the night 

and the bachelor, roused by hunger, 

prepares a shoddy meal 

everything else is still

the world is still 

except the existential worries 

Flee From These Arms

 Flee from these arms 

They are no longer familiar 

about how you should be touched 

Tiptoe out of this heart of mine 

It has forgotten how to love 

In the same pure way it did before 

Run away from this mind of mine 

It has become a land mine 

It looks calm but beneath stoking disaster 

Before You Lose Your Sense of Humor

 the whirl wind is coming

it will cast aside everything that's funny 

mortals will find everything sensitive 

or inappropriate

lets laugh at our follies 

before crooked mortals foment in them 

and grow new extremely sensitive skins 

as sensitive as their loins 

lets laugh at our intellect 

or lack thereof - or lack thereof 

when we elect leaders 

let's laugh before it becomes a crime to 

have a dissenting view 

laugh at your girlfriend's bulbous nose 

laugh at her poor cooking skills 

before she stops finding it funny 

before you become an eyesore

 

Lands of the Free

 The soft wind kisses your soft cheeks 

You raise your hands as if they are wings 

Because they are wings

And because you are ready to fly away 

To distant lands of the free 

The tinkling cold water kisses your dainty feet 

You are ready to walk on water - like Jesus 

And seek shores that promise greener pastures 

You are not afraid of snakes anymore 

May be one will offer you an apple 

For you are done with these damn lemons