Speculation

After everything is gone -

Should the speculators speculate on Love -

Would their God become our slave?

Rain And Umbrellas

Snake flowing floes of waterborne umbrella skins,

Beat to the rainfall teeming her tabla thumbs.

Cloud strewn streets dehumdrumed drum.

Aeons flash by caterpillar,

Cleopatra - thanks for dinner;

Mashed potato, balloons and mango,

A dreamy trifle,

An eyelash tango.

Treetops wobble,

A rain splash down,

A glimmer full of sky gleams,

The clotted cream crown.

The sunset echo abloom;

Rippling puddly platters,

Reflect a sparkling dusk-light,

On the dappled marching dragons.

Slave To The Upgrade

As I turn the parchment of my electronic book -

A sensual glade,

Of scentless plastic..

The Stark Blossom

Her love lost,
She slips away,
Silhouettes gleam moon shadow.

Blue eyes burn broken;
She leans her head back against the wall ~
Turns around,
As lunar trees rustle the cover for her delicate steal-away.

A last look back.
His bed now..
His bed now..
In-breath, deep, deep, shallow.

In-breath, shallow.
Places keys,
Resting, date-stamped,
On the newspaper in the hall.
Turn the page.

Enfolding cruel lament: Let me out of this place.. - Sold.
Orchestral manoeuvres in the dark. Let me out of this place;
Just open the door,
And walk the corridor,
And down these stairs..

And the outside lights of the dark unveil,
The stark blossom,
The unnatural world.
The traffic milling swashing rain revives her.
She weeps a lonely relief.
And she glows,
Like a frozen rose,
Thawing under the sunlight of the moon.
Her reflection warms the oblong aspects of glass and steel;
The cold statues ignite in flames.

Ten

So Happy Anniversary to you,

War On Terror,

For you are ten-years-old today!

And what special events are you planning to surprise us with,

On this auspicious occasion?

Think -

Soon you will be a teenager,

(God help us).

Please,

Wouldn't you like to swap this football in return for our souls?

They were only meant to be borrowed for a little while you know.

We miss them,

And we'd like you to return them back to us please,

Kinder, gentler..

No, not in that way.

And,

Please,

Never, again.

Okay?

Polite Notice Blues

The low-level absurdity of quantum thoughtlessness,
Luridly displayed,
At the tea-point


Polite Notice:
Do not leave your dirty dishes or used cutlery in the sink.


(Another) Polite Notice:
To avoid blockages,
And flooding,
Please rinse your dishes before placing them in the dishwasher.
                                                 ThankhyphenYou.


And here she comes,
The senior manager,
Gifting the floor (four) her honeysuckle bloated cadaver infusions,
Organic;
Her muesli dregs gluey,
Satanic;
Bathing with toxic used tissues,
Bubonic;
She catches my silent musing leakage harmonics:
"Something wrong?"
And my hyperbolic bottles it,
Something chronic.