Sunday, January 15, 2012

turn turn turn

The canvas
gathered dark clouds
and  Black eyes 
bathed in sea salt

Evening fell
a little early
and the sun
touched his

barren time

this could be the end
or maybe a start


Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Running fingers through
my hairless scalp
I breathe in another

My "Y" has become
like the ones in
your inky letters


You walked in wet
soaked in winter rain

you chirped
you fluttered

In my kitchen
the hissing kettle

smoked another
spring another

Sunday, January 1, 2012

First Jan

Through  misty haze 
I gathered fragments
of a tattered me
The storm came wailing and
Blew it all and
Here I sit with a clutter of
ash half burnt

And here I love ye all
ye the desirable
ye the ugly -  ye who came
ye who went away
who loved me
and you - who didn't

I stand beautiful
under rain
The cigarette tip
still red
and till when
who cares
Between my fingers
I breathe the fragrance
of moist green grass