The hunt begins
for hunger gnaws
while the mainspring slowly spins
and the stalker gives no pause.

Sun sinks slowly in the west,
fellow carnivores join in the fray
each hoping they can pass the test
of filling belly at the end of day.

Many targets are passed by
in the quest for the right one.
This hunter is choosy, sly.
His prey when found will soon be done.

Its cold sitting at McDonald
my fingers are chilled to the bone
my hot breath soothes the freeze
in my bony fingers.

A great fall, I experienced
to the floor, slippery wet, down I went
my hand, wrist, up to my shoulder
still hurt a little.

I laid on the wet floor for a moment
this filled restaurant, blank stares got me annoyed
I'm feeling crazy, gathering my senses
they help me up off the floor.

You’ll won’t dare leave here
This canopy your savior
This wretched edifice
That secrets your dignity
And clothes you with honour

You’ll wont dare leave here
Not now, not this night
Not to be tossed around this hungry wolves
Deceitful and cunning are men
But my advice you must abide.

Leaves had rustled in Fall, bidding a goodbye.
Branches now creek and weep;
looking deserted & bleak,
squirming to cover their denuded limbs.
A chill in the air, a hastened misty breath
freezes my anguish into a frosted sigh,
alighting gently to the ground
with snow flakes.

That frozen moment resonates with me,
my limbs aching in the chills,
cold lips cracking like the bark; and
nails tinged blue in frost.
I search for a flint, hoping for respite_

The peace of the night
it comes to me
as the closeness
of a velvet shawl.

Sliding before my eyes
were light shadows
Colours not seen but felt
Stretching out before me.

I could only feel love
through the coloured light
they were held with my love
as they floated through.

Softness of night held me
I looked with sleepy eyes
at the stars as they danced
high in that ebony sky.

Seeming to whisper things
I needed to hear
but seemed afraid to feel
but this was my time.

lotus in a mirror
its roots clutch crepuscular slums of dredging mud
deep dark stagnant
thick with worms and milk flower petals
we remain nourished

wisdom expands into darkness
all of us students in the school of shadows
irreverent desires reverent
wise children of light bathe in waters
of cimmerian shade

My parents went for a walk
into the garden full of multi coloured rose
and saw many other kinds also I suppose

They smiled and smelled the fragrance
when at home they decided to programme
a unique one
I am perhaps the result of that one day's episode
around the globe
many others also similarly shed their robe

I then walked for miles in a similar way
composing
no not more poetic roses
but life's kilometric ways

when i met you
you were at the hands of ghouls
a gimping coterie of Satan's
who pleasured at the torments they inflicted upon your innocents
who bound your feet
bones in a vice
making you
their Chinese fantasy
a delicate sex trinket
a manacled smooth petite beauty
in agony
bending you into twisted branches

those heartless devils,
drinking red ice cocktails
you put your heel on their throats
by craving death

that will teach them!

I hear honks today
not from urban traffic though
but migrating geese

The misty rain beads on my sleeve
on my walk through cool damp trees
in the quiet twilight of this eve
a week or so from first hard freeze.

Trees drip like an autumn shower
every time a slight wind blows
which makes me hunch my neck and cower
then wipe cold water off my nose.

Squirrels scamper through damp duff
then dart up tree when I pass by
then bark at me in a tone that's gruff
beneath a lowering gray sky.

Jean-Michel Basquiat-
Teach me rawness!
Teach me what it feels like to feel dirty
With smudges of color.

I look in the smashed mirror
Of this life;
The genocide of dreams,
The poverty of compassion,
The brutal revenges of possession,
The red meat eaten from the heart.

If I could scrawl the madness
From this tribal mask
Onto scraps of soiled paper
As you have on the walls

It would be you
Jean-Michelle Basquiat
Painting through my verses.