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Silly,
sad
and stupid.
Words I’d describe myself by
circa 1995.
Sympathetic
serendipitous
all come to mind.
Marlboro man
apart and alone
bought a pack once
never smoked one.
Looked cool,
I guess.
Didn’t get cancer.
Stayed in the pack
like a Marlboro man.
shortly after birth,
though shy on exhibition
and long on inhibition,
I queued up for routine circumcision.
when came my turn at bat,
the surgeon flashed her blade
as she braced for mortal combat.
as should be expected,
I strongly objected:
I screamed and shouted for my life.
there was no time to chat
or be doormat diplomat,
though I once did yelp, What’s that!
she put away her knife
to obviate more strife.
I’ve been fully sexed e’er since—
round as a brittle,
egg-shaped butterball,
feelin’ fat, and so depressed
he’d very nearly bawl,
and in no condition to firm
engage in such as
barroom brawl—
and drained from dreary shoppin’ walk
with wife down numerous aisles of
outlet mall—
blue Humpty Dumpty sat,
stout legs adanglin’,
havin’ clambered high
on red brick country wall …
for to deliberate
MY THOUGHTS IN MY BED
There are a lot of thoughts in my mind
They are some negative and some possitive
Some may guide me towards my goal and
some may divert me from the path
I can decide and i can go as to my wish
who knows the end to my travel and
which guides me to my victorious end
HE nad his grace has to take my feet
atleast to settle in His shadow.
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
We knew this love affair wouldnt last forever
and that in the end
we’d have to learn to say goodbye
but it only seemed like yesterday you came to me
and on my knees I set you free.
Those restless nights I promise
always to treasure
feeding fuel to the fire
while trying to put out the flame.
But those days are gone now
although the memories we shared
i’ll always keep.
I needed more than what
a measured heart could give
so to you..
The ballrooms lit by candlelight
As the people fidget and rustle in red velvet pews.
The hushed sound of whispers echo
Then the abrupt silence soon follows
As she gracefully enters the room.
His mouth drops at her entrance.
White flowing gown
And hair twisted back
Brandishing a nervous smile
he had grown to know all to well.
She was so close now
Close enough to touch
But no…
Its not your hand she grabs
As her fingers entwine with another man.
Catching your breath
I dress in a polyester suit
I want you to look at me
and praise my image
it makes me look so very cute
I’m superior
to those
who wear not
the suit
for they simply
cannot be cute
I pride myself
upon my image
for that is
what makes my soul
it drives me to success
the corporate goal
so if you live
in a council house
beware
I’m going to bulldoze
it smaller than a fieldmouse
the wrong messiah
meets his untimely death
no angels
laughing now
the stakes
have changed
all bets are off
bread and wine
off the menu
cancellation of
the last supper
judas
needs a therapist
not
thirty pieces
of silver
he’s really
outdone himself this time
(C)2007.23.7 Lenny Gazbowski
The purpose of life
poses a mystery to the mind.
the originality of being
is a story yet untold by a supreme.
It comes with fears and tears;
a forbidden lul-laby,
yet it’s so esoteric.
It can be learnt from the inner mind.
it cuts across axis,
dividing spheres and cycles,
majoing in areas of an impromptu exit
