Deaf Girls and Impotent Boys: A love potion.

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2010-10-09T22:53:00.000-07:00

Couples: Destiny's Tryst

2010-04-05T09:13:00.000-07:00

“Have you thought about it?”
“Hmm, May be. May be not.”

“When were you to tell me that?”

“When I think, I aught not…”

A bellow not from the belly

A tear not from heart

A charge amid the cacophony

A hush falls around

Disparate scrub downs.

“Do you care about your wife?” voice over sobs,

The hurt sentiment exhibited in crude;

“Ah! Drama; you women!” said the insolent brute

Gray puffs among white flakes

Muffled sobs under the drapes

“How did we meet?”

“Where will we end?”

Ashes cindered in empty bottles;

Solitaire, fitz and puzzles;

Aid in fleeting thoughts’ shuttles.

She had danced through his heart

He had too, band-aided his part.

When stars were bright

When songs were alight

When two shows were pieced

When objections were raised

Through punch drunk confessions of love

Through contrasting rummaging tussles

The families had finally appeased.

Reflections of night on sheets of snow

Nuzzling closer, the comic serenades

Lips part, laughter resonates.

Ending the want and beginning a show.

“Dance with me?”

“I will be careful and not step on your feet.”

“You are but human, my dear.”

Smirks and chaffs begin.

As the moon descends;

The sassy transcends.

“I want a scrumptious dinner.”

Demands the other half.

“You like to be fed too?”

Chides the wife.

“Go make me a sandwich bitch”

Hollers the man of the house.

Diverse demands, similar intents

Hearts, minds, bodies;

Eventually all alike, sewed to the world.

Ah! The heap that remains in the grind.

Love is in the air; quarrels abound.

Ardor survives; but on raucous grounds.

AAAAAAAHHHH!!!

2009-07-07T11:18:00.000-07:00

Stupider by the day,

Uglier by the night
The spaces in my mind are closing

People I relied on are dwindling

Storms I evoked are weakening

Brains I messed with are dorkier

Brawns I eyed are measlier

Now when I look there is no one hotter

My best 'Come hithers.'

Evoke a response, but stupider

Trends might be expanding

Ugly is a factor that is lengthening

I wish global warming leaves intact the salmon

...and gets rid of the human!

In the making...

2008-08-08T11:21:00.000-07:00

It took me a long time to mould him.
Cut him and split him.
The name was carved, the initials etched.
“Kaiser”, No That sounds like a bun. “Klavun”, now that sounds like the sun.
On to the soft etchings now, rugged rubble or gillette smooth? But ruffled doesn’t go along.
I settled upon a razor sleek and saloon tousled, Ah, the rumbling unfettered duo...

I’ll leave for now and attend later; I have but a small portion of clay to cater.
The glaring eyes are watching my moves and pretext and “work” are giving me the blues…

Cadavers and Caviars

2008-06-24T12:56:00.000-07:00

There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.

Spring of summers was finally here
Chicago was covered in moist haze
He asked around for a match
Thought the parking lot needed the air
Ah, all he had to do was look
The fountains sprung up, crystal and colored
The vision of marigolds and sunflowers
The glistening blue steel and melting rearview

There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.

It was ready to be paved now, off with all its glory.
The white and yellow paint and the median divide
One with a brush and one with the pipes
Drawn in the lanes of white
Having a good time or belching for a time.
Life lived in; life crawled out
South side, Burbs or the snooty Deerfield
Lexus, BMW or the Camry bravura
Among the aftermath, chugs, shouts, pimples and purpura.
There was a smile in every corner
There was a frown in every lane
There was a disdain of general crowd
There was a raw fury of piranha
And they all refrained from making a sound.

There is a difference between dead and alive
The fresh corpse and charred divine.

…Hence in continuity a lot to be contributed.

Lurking Sips by Dusty Lips

2007-12-12T04:05:00.000-08:00

Windows ajar, unfettered in my room

Morning light forays in,
Illuminates every corner, walls and sides,
Darkness lingers still…

Roasted coffee, the hazelnut flavored, served with taffy
Dissipating fragrances, bitter sweet
Stale routine, again touches the lips
White and black mixed well
Darkness lingers still…

Crystal waters and pinkish gels
White suds covet black luxurious strands
Cascades of silk of the skin, glowing akin, burning within
Darkness lingers still…

Lying in the dust and to the wind
Dead ravenous crepes
Soothing sands as mud plodded in
Speck of light dots away
Darkness consumes overtakes.

Do not set that alarm
No need to follow the regime.
Stop performing the same morbid show
The morons, who watch, are audience forlorn
Shut those lashes and close those lids
Lash away the liberated soul
For the light lingers in...

Obscene Delicacies

2007-10-05T16:18:00.000-07:00

Chained to a fence
Snow-white on the rusty lawn
The French poodle
Groomed and proud

Ready to be knifed
Floral and triple tiered
In the baker’s window
Cake’s final show

Coloring it red
Pressed and ground
Initial green on a bride’s hand
True for henna’s plight

Plucked for musty lovers’ night
Subtle drifting scents
Fighting the nettles
Blooms a rose bud

Bared and nailed
Standing strong
Withstands the hammering
Gilds all’s shameful glories
The wall also gives the stories

Up on a pedestal
Dreams made of petals
Once it lands there
Where air is rare
Where moon is pure
Complying to mere words
Love has been sheared
She now lies bare

The first blue slap...

2007-08-10T01:56:00.000-07:00

You are lying

Umm… huh!?!?

You are lying definitely lying, don’t kid me

I am going to slap you. Who the fuck would lie about this shit?

But what the fuck! how can this happen? I did not plan for this yet.

I did?

But…But we …I mean when did you…

Today, it has been 5 weeks at least…and since when do things are foolproof…there is always a chance of not working…

I don’t even know you that long.

That is a criterion?

Tapping of my fingers on the arm of the chair came to an abrupt stop as my hand was held in a firm grasp. He had fallen down on his knees with both his hands crushing my fingers. Though this was somewhat how I had expected a proposal, the shock was supposed to be on my face and words were definitely not supposed to be “not yet not yet not yet…” He stopped mid sentence. Got up even more abruptly, half-staggered, half- rushed out of the room. I sat there, I guess for ten or less minutes, resuming my tapping. Right above my chair was a painting of Madonna with cupid and I guess her children or just bunch of cupids as babies. I never understood that how a cupid is a baby and yet knows to pierce people with love arrows and encourage sex and reproduction. One smart and perverted baby! I failed to see innocence or a point in it. Was it a sign? Damn it! I was not supposed to do this. Sinner? My gaze went back to the open door wishing he had slammed it behind him when he left. Ah! I did not have time to wish for more. He appeared as if he just came from a spa. He must be a chameleon in some past life. He resumed the posture, grip very gentle this time and that pristine, reassuring, I would give up the world for you, smile back on his face. “Ok let’s start over. Very doable, relax and we’ll sort it out. I will worry and you shall do nothing but talk as usual.” The kiss on my forehead seemed to do the trick for now. I gazed at the painting once more; reproachfully now. I got a better deal than cupid Madonna. Quite smug, I found my comfort nook in his arms. Don’t worry he said….

Hello…helloo…you there…

Huh…umm yeah am here…what did you say?

I have my career…you do too…Besides, it is easily doable these days…I am just making sure you don’t right?

Umm No…I don’t.

He did not say ‘Don’t worry…’ Oh well, anything else? How are you? Cordiality at least?

I haven’t slept in 3 days

Yes I have though. Pain, stress and discomfort really do knock me out.

Apparently there is a guy form of PMS. Only they don’t get grumpy, just stupid with overly bad manners.

No one can say for sure why a guy would just stop calling... maybe he got bored, maybe he was after sex and got it or didn't get it, maybe he moved on to someone else and just dropped you, maybe he got really really sick and can't move out of bed.. .maybe he turned gay, maybe he forgot completely who you are when he saw a blonde... I could go on for a while... but I won't.

I was told by my ‘don’t worry’ guy once:

“You got duped, picked the wrong guy, suck it up, move on, "Next!" and so on and so on. World is a big place, and there are lots of us guys here - and not all of us are assholes. ... Although apparently there is a large population of undesirables out there..... You just have to pick through the mess, and find something worth your time.
Only answer I can give is "Because we are men" and leave it at that (Women have their own quirks too.... I could write a novel on that).”

Hello…there? Ok I will call you tonight, I have no work today. Ok bye. I am sorry, you take care.

Huh…oh right. I am sorry too for mentioning and for... umm Ok bye.

The trance was broken more times than she wanted and less than she longed for.

Oh well, that click was an end. I knew he would never call me again; at least his voice won’t seek mine.

She got up, shut the windows. Glancing over, the dog was peacefully lapping away the clinging crumbs in its trough. The pellets of water hitting the panes were finally not hitting her. She had done well today. Housed a stray and made a decision to evict a stranger who was borrowing parts of her that belonged to not just her, but him as well. The spaces in her mind were still cluttered yet a corner cleared. Slipping into the covers, waiting for the absconding fairy, she smiled, first time in last 72 hours.

I was fishing in a pool of piss.