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

I love this city because
Here, I think I’ll find the song bird
she can hold an illusion
like a jug at a table
and wait upon the secret sigh in the rabble
while a toast is raised to babel

With these eyes
I have to lose
Everything
Finding matchboxes
Noticing a fault
And the ability to keep from falling
But getting up
To sighs

Love o love
Cheshire cat
May the talk be always of you
If not straight
Then in aliases
And may you always smile
On those that

night comes down
in the business districts
like murder in the alley
why suddenly
hyperbole