the asylum

We don’t look back in anger, I heard you say.

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.

Tell me.