A Sri Lankan Obituary

He died of complications of the lung Pneumonia they call it. Haemophilus pneumoniae   And water in the lungs. He inhaled sooty smog And air conditioned with Legionella   He ate koththu roti with Staphylococci and gecko droppings And made love with a strain of Gonorrhea   He ate Chinese for all three meals, even…

Not Just Another Love Poem

You tell me to lose weight and I nod my head And go for an hour of basketball or for a walk And I know I’m little a cumbersome around the edges And a little muffin-topped around the waist And I tell you now, as solemnly as possible, I’m like a love poem In the…

Bedroom

The small room with a wooly mammoth size bed What my in-laws bought, a whole 8 by 8 feet Good for my dinosaur bones. I look around And I see cobwebs in the corners of walls, which my wife Brushes off with the lavender broom and dirt Near the bed poles that my wife sweeps…

Anomalies

Like the Rudolf pimple that appears on my nose apex Or the birthmark near my shoulder joint Or perhaps it is found in poems, like a how a break-up Is more fashionable than a fairytale affair It could also be Cinderella’s slipper in Prince’s palms And he calls it his chalice of hope And the…

Gobbledegook and Eat Bulaga

Gobbledegook seems so Asian, yet non-racist, like a Laksa soup Rice noodles gobbled down the alimentary canals Or a cannibal who loves yellow bamboo flesh Or it could mean an appetite for the gooey and the slimy And still, I look at sequences of crackpot jargon The chatter of words flicked from tongue to ear…