Hocus, Focus!
What is known of free-will? Free-willy-nilly, gobble-dee-gook, or hokey pokey? Hocus, focus! Polka face, smallpox took us out like DDT. Not DMT, DXM, or the LSD- cursed bread, french- spoon-fed by the CIA, or was it half-baked? Not unlike any psychotropical countries’ cunt of misery.
Ouroboros
Trance? Entrance: Entrée, appetiser, or full-on out-of-body experience? To consume the Self, flesh and bone, is it carnivalesque or carnivore? I can’t eat more, any more than a herbivore, omnivoraciously dissatisfied with the dull taste of life, till the sharp rust of death greets tongue. Quiver! Whimper. Simpler, still, just be.
Invisible, Indivisible
Is it naive to think? If not, it would not be. Am I naive to think? I would be. I would be gullible enough to gobble it up enough to fill up the stomachs of invisible poor indivisible poverty breaks this bread by two, three, for… you? Who are you but another I, naive, gullible … Read more
Conch, Conjure
They commodified you in Modern Times, as Chaplin mimes, to ignorant fools en masse. A la carte is how you are served, fate on a silver platter, feet dancing to the clatter, pitter, patter. Peter Parkers don’t find the time to be existentialist. And Mary Jane whatsername’s too caught up in the womb of Mother … Read more
Naam, naam
I have watched you string memories in Mermaid’s beads that I have adorned with eyes of amethyst, sapphire, emerald and ruby, topaz, torqouise. I have watched them string memories where fingers traced only the circumference. Still one so translucent, its colour unnamed – I will call it Moonstone. Naam, naam.
In Due Coarse
There is a valley between us that grows as we grow apart. Through the valley a river flow – once rapid, now slowed, calming to an unnerving state. Unaware of the movement below, a lake of fire thru Earth flow. Footsteps, seldom measured strain the ground, lacerating the Earth’s clay-faced expression. Blushing red, swell mountains … Read more
Idayathil Oru Kavidai
En kaathali, En kanavil kanra kaathali, Un peyeril, un ninaevil, En manathil oru malar. Unnudaya nenjil naan Kaaval thedukiren. Unnoda ninaevil naan Ukkanthu irruppen. En nenjil Un thudippu; En kaathil Athan thaalam. Malai ohsaiyil Paadal olikkum. Thondrum vaanavilil Athan raaham thodarum. Kulihalil thengum Neeril vaarthaihal serum. Un paathangal pattathum Athan arthangal kalaiyum.
I wander. Where do I fit in this tapestry of acquaintances, lover, and friend? When they say lovers, they mean a pair, just like love birds, are sold, in jodus. Are we a pair? Are we; Inclusive? Conclusive? Elusive? Or Simply, Illusive? What then are we? A metaphor? A false analogy? A leap of faith? Or A destined … Read more
The Girl Who Spoke In Symbols
Paraplegic syllables stumble off her tongue. Tripping on their consonants – trance-position errs. Tongue flapping wet, wild, delirious. Speaking the sense of madmen, veiled voice of divine truth. Here’s a glass, take a listen. Set it right against her throat. Hear the gushing of a river flow, rapid then slowed. It is that sound so … Read more
Annasi & Kadalagotu Poetry Pilau, Juni 16
Poetry P’lau Notes The sculptor Tissa De Alwis, offers us a definition of poetry: “Eloquence, elegance, and economy!” So we’ll try to be wittily succinct and inexpensive! This Poetry Raglet Hayah suggests we invite discussion on “how others view people who love or write poetry – the misconceptions around it. The marginalization of poetry in the broader lyrical sense … Read more
