explanation follows

The troughs seem to get wider
Physically this time there is a strait between
And straits ahead period
But thats a different thing
Now the head is swollen and heavy
Lifeless a mast without the sail
Mocked by an annoying weathercock
That with every wind turns its tail


In the bay
There is calm
Out on the shores
There are lights
Under nights blanket
Up creeps the day
Like a snake through the grass
And stings the eyes

i alone love you

From the guru I expect
Time, a headstart
And a demeanour
Deserving of friendship
While he leaves me alone to pursue
My understanding of all things
And the above


i don't like the twilight girl because she looks drugged against her will and anyway i don't like twilight because i think its too gimmicky. maybe them two going around too is a gimmick. though robert pattinson looks believable enough to be the boy that could use some bullying with if i was cast villain opposite him. homeboys got weak jaws for a vampire.

an arm and a leg

There is a moment in the heroic saga which cinema has captured very well. That particular moment when the storm breaks and the audience knows that, very melodramatically, the end has begun. But since in the real world all outcomes are not so unequivocally preordained as the climax in movies, I reckon, that albeit in the short term, the World Cup has kicked off a bad time for me.
Suddenly I am doing one thing and one thing only, the one thing it is all about. Back end staff to the World Cup fever; good in itself, my trouble is that I cannot describe the symptoms all that well when that is what I’m supposed to do.
It is a feeling well-known to me, when all the balls fly over your head and you can reach none.
The football metaphor is very strong with my circumstance right now so much so that when El Diego spoke of this 30 days being nothing in the life of a man who wants to kiss the World Cup, I cried and felt there was football in my veins. A true son of Argentina.
But since my metaphor is not as literal as Maradona’s in that in it there are shifting goalposts and no balls, it figures that I cannot get my hand to it and claim God on my side.
Moons come and go, and this will wane too, 90 minutes at a time. While it does, more than once will I think how, when it was high tide for him, he had the gumption to reach for it with his hand whereas I take too many touches and end up shooting wide.

ales like teen spirit

Dirty slithering snakes
Sticky chattering apes
Surrounded by such
A bird in a cage
What a pure thought.
The cheat hath
Touched the flame
And having styled himself a painter
Went back to cheating all the same



Having lost her mane
She is the lioness she never was
Now that the lion chooses the kill

loco pilot

In the onrush
Heart rending brutality of survival
Scores of them hurtling forward
Some thrown aside some dragged along
A riot
Albeit one they are all used to
In the middle attend
There is the tragic baby
Lost and pitifully crying
It has evoked poignant sighing
For 17,778 nights running
We do the anarchy bit well
The popular drama company
Knows this about itself



When the gates of heaven close,
Acid burnt asses
Will try in vain
To get entry
As noble gases

freak thermometer

Women who use chewing gum in their aspect
Can be seen here on the streets of Calcutta
Jostling for space with other mouths that draw attention
As they come in groups or single
But it is something about them rolling their tongues around
Busy cheek by swarthy jowl



This is not my focus, it is the fluff
So soft on my face
In soft light in a soft breeze
It lulls me to sleep
I’m sad but poetic
That would do I think
One way or the other
With my final sigh
I’ll remember my father and mother

suite apres-midi

Frenzy
Like chopping at potato
With a furious knife
Whatever comes out
Is alas
frenchified

whenever you start on that
walk
you gather sunset and carry it
forward
in the distance
your light is golden

my bark reached the beach
and then did I sound whiney
with my pupils dilated and my wits forfeit
I feel beat and my feet feel tiny

Hammer on skin
Has never produced
Anything more rousing
Naturally
The hair stands
And all within that’s hiding