diasporic flavor

there was so much whispering
in the mist of that vast gathering

a lonely garden chair, under that oak
had so many people flock there

a membrane of fleeting nostalgia
so heavy that I needed a crane

such aura of colors
mixed with diasporic flavor

a lone voice from the past
created noise silently

I stretched a limb or two
you took a dim view

"when ennui sets in,
why don't I get all dewy?"

fulcrum of my thoughts

anger spinning out of control
I lash out at you
my face so ruddy
your smug smile incenses me

I find that untidy envelope
gullible words rustle in my ear
I shudder in a subliminal way
but sunshine mellows me

you, the fulcrum of my thoughts,
make anger rush out.
come, let me hold you close,
let me exist in a fool's paradise.

weathered

it toppled over-
I placed it against the wall
that redness enhanced by drabness
which hides a story or two
I investigate for clues

"who hid you away from me?"

moon sways

the moon sings to the stars
it is sight to behold
the stars swaying to melody
celestial dance of eternal love
soaks into my pores
moon is all alone
yet never lonely
spiritual love of the sun
gives it a glow, a light
which does not belong to it
yet sun is seeking the moon
giving its own light
they get across to each other
through the darkness
dispelling it for us
the day in the month sun sulks
the moon hides
yet the stars dance in the euphoria

"my vote goes for you
who looks at the moon and thinks of me.
hopefully"

oblivion

drowned in spark,
oblivious of silence;
trapped in smolder
of mindless fire
sky rains diamonds

which fleetingly show their face
and fly away to another planet

metamorphosis

“honestly . . .”

beginning of many
warped sentences:

partial reality that coat
enunciations

so when we look
into his flat words,

we try to see something
multi-dimensional
in the eyes of the speaker,
to give us some inkling
about his ever-changing stance…..

perhaps our efforts
are wasted;

yet we have to do it
for our own insight
into his twisted mind,

to get an inkling
of lurking evil

"why am I thinking of that two faced individual?"

surface

in the safety of the forest
I find the strength from bees
who balance out nature
eloquent in their silence
rapidly cleaning dew from the flowers
they make a point
in a motionless way
(life is good for the bees)

"why do I need a swivel chair?
is that going to uplift me from my current position
someone tell me, how did these chairs come about?"

falling apart

when the sole of my shoe fell apart
I twisted my ankle
my knees gave away
I fell on the ground
my shin bone hurt
my elbows balanced my body
my cheeks pressed to the ground
I give away to tears
why when everything was going good
my shoe fell apart
taking me down
(serves me right)
I will not hitch a ride
I will muster my strength
from the wine I drank
in the late afternoon

"I want to call out, where are you 
but who cares?
I will sleep hugging the earth"

dead still

dappled sunlight reignites air
delirium leaves seem to pleat
in the strident fall
in the tombstones
one can hear swish of impending storm

which shell emits piercing sound,
is that an omen?
why don't I see birds in the splendor of a cemetery?
shouldn't they be soothed as I am calmed by the dead still?