a lone dog bark echoes in the night
the silence is stirred
the muted music still spits softly-
I follow through with an drowsy-feel good nod
At ease with the illness I’ve come to embrace
My heart throbs to the angry rhymes of some provoked rapper
But hurried feet shuffling on a street below
stir the queasy calmness succeeding the dog’s dying echo
I sit up, cock my head, and shoot my ears
Other, faster feet follow
more agitated, urgency in their stamp
in hotter pursuit
*bang* *slap* *crack*
Silence-
An agonizing wail,
Sad sod.
The smoke-still air churns as i un-hold
the air my lungs trapped
I vow not to wait for the circling vultures
hounding deserted dirt streets
and hopeless drunkcoholics
that even when
bullets whiz too close to my crotch
and my throat remains scathed
(scotch)
I’ll run shirtless
scale timber yards
and get back to snort -
(coke)
keeping stripping straps
And swoon to demented angels
Intent on firing my good demons out.

the lower staircase is dry, dusty-
short, steep
unnecessarily overbearing
Every once in a week, or a fortnight- you can never tell
that tap whose T spins 360, Loose, like a whore
Sparingly spits some at very ‘odd’ hours
the dark hours that light up my existence
My rubber sole seeks grip
in the semi-dark entrance
But the wet floor, friction
Have an alternative
Gravity’s tight tackle spears my torso
But hands absorb the impact
A bowl of water, towel
The cleavage craves for my sight
Her lips adopt a familiar kind,
comforting curve
She lives on the ground floor,
I think
Rinsed hands find it hard to divorce my back
“Hallo, thank youuuuuu, bye-
As I limp away.
A wet night beckons

the lower staircase is dry, dusty-
short, steep-
unnecessarily overbearing
Every once in a week, or a fortnight;
that tap whose T spins 360 degrees,
Loose, like a whore
Spits some at odd hours
This explains, the skipped showers
More deo
Passports
This hell hole
Even so,
Yesterday i slipped, fell
A lady neighbor I know not
Came to the rescue,
Bowl of water and a towel
My butt hurt and I was still in a daze
To make out her cleavage, smile
Kindness
“Hallo, thank you and bye-
Rinsing my hands
Trying to ignore the nudging back pain
I was glad there taps had some water-
Dirty water:
But water nevertheless.
may be i shouldn’t sit here and watch the world zoom by,
i should kick the duvet harder,
give little time to the early-morning-boner
and put the hours in-
Yesternight,
I should have checked out if Phyl really feels the vybe,
if my breathe, a little riddled with strange plants tickles her
if my random calls and ad-hoc choc do choke her
oh, my affectations
if her soft brown hands would encircle all that makes me
and if,
her browner nipples, could get a dip in my tongue-
Today, she said and i said
all in unison: tomorrow
I know, something will come up,
No, not that one!
And whence it comes, i won’t go
and say beautifully: ‘you never came!!!’
Ladies
and all who frequent the gents-
I wanted to tell you about my dreams and ambitions,
the goals that i have scored
the butt-naked reality
which never tires, from
defiling all my orifices.