Brown Skin

Every Indian girl’s dream, As in those tapestries of white lace, You have little skin-rungs,  That help you escape from a brown fortress, A caste of little people, who Are taught that tan is just a curse at best, An immortal dungeon of birth. But then, just take a look, at the dark skin of…

Eulogy to Hugh Hefner

Where to now Hugh? The centerpiece who masterminded The centerfold and made a woman’s body A rightful of a pilgrim’s tabernacle. A man who had scant respect For the fig leaf and made rabbit ears A cynosure. In this Californication You helped boys to grow up to be men, Dancing to the spiking hormones. You…

The Bible as for a Playboy

The old testament gathers pace Genesis is a right, one of many beginnings, Exodus is just paying forward lust  Finding a place called the promise land. You realize that the new testament Is your body, that finely-tuned sex machine, That dies many small deaths and resurrects A few hours later, horny and hungry. The body…

Cup Cakes

There is a zenith Of icing in spikes and swirls And beneath which one finds The moist satiny softness of perfection When the tongue Scoops in flavor and indulgence Of a mound of crumbling bread From a cup made for one Just like a buxom woman’s breasts Feeding frosty nipples and tender pulp After all…

Playboy Magazine

Where myth narrates over reality As the inner lad’s barbie dream Incarnates in impression In a single act of dehumanizing Eve Where essence outlives vision At an interface of commodity and muse To germinate the seed of distortion