Learning from Quasimodo

Stunted bent man, like Quasimodo Begs for a few rupees And there’s something about him The workmanship, the richness in expression And the frugality of pain I wish I was him, so little to contend with And still content as a child Sipping a glass of milk. I’m my own shadow, the anorexic Man inside…

80s

How can you forget The cassette player or the video player? Time flies like an albatross Hurling itself to a lower altitude I climb a ladder that seems To burrow downwards I look at a tape of ‘American Ninja’ And listen to ‘You Win Again’ by the Bee Gees I’m a feather in retrograde locomotion…

Fatigue

The omnipresent saturation Of a prolonged lifelessness. The grunge without the drums The lead guitar. A straying infidel Searching for a baptism To be born again. The fever of life, portrayed As a blank page, a canvas With no brush or paint. The salesman who looks at his Down Syndrome son And walks house to…

Perception

One woman’s trinket is another woman’s gold. Objectivity is just as callous As a stubborn conscience. The greasy face of subjectivity Reasons to your senses; the waterworks, The taps inside your washer-less eyes Outpour caught in salty streams. Perception throws at you curveballs The cancer of a family member The aunt who fed the famished…