1
ALLERGIES
the barber sees
a potential client
in me but it happened
the tense faces
after the long sun walk
fagot in the car
carnival shorts:
carefully hide drying faded vests
in the balcony
rampage
windy afternoon rain
allergies again
2
WHO CARES?
Death hides in the body
But who cares? it is dark
living on the edge
looking for space in the swamp
everyone talks about the sun
swelling in the sky
and close your eyes to the spider
rotating waves on the ceiling
Alone, but who cares?
suspicion and distance
like lovers pretend
leave but stay longer
distributing luxuries
showing generosity
at the luxurious table of the heart
waiting to welcome the guest
3
MIRAGE
They say my birth was a heavenly event:
Here I am suffering third-rate villains
who build walls to stop the cars
from Merkaba: angels fume but who cares
heaven is a mirage in the human zoo
4
NEW YEAR
The dates in the calendar question.
all my deeds undone
and memories that haunt or fade
in the night nakedness
stumbling into the morning sun
no celebration
to january 63 boos
my degenerate sex
a quiet itch: mantra and mirror
Quiet god and dry petals
5
BEAM OF LIGHT
End of August:
cloudy midnight, sneeze
restless in bed
all negative vibes
well up the mind
the jackals scream outside
I read Hsu Chicheng
by a ray of light
6
I CAN LIVE
I have survived
winter allergies
and depressing rains
in a human zoo
I can live
my retirement too
without pension and medicine:
the wheelchair is not scary
I can live
neglected and unknown
survive a broken home
the number of arms
the pain in the neck
and inflation too
7
I SEE THE STORY PARALYZED
The wrinkled fingers of time
trivialize sun and snow
in a crooked land
I see history paralyzed
with midnight dyspnea
the green umbrella
disaster host:
the avalanche waits on his shoulders
the wound opens
8
ALIVE OR DEAD
my shrunken body
even if i donate
what’s for research:
devil in the spine
abuse the tongue in the dream
golden bleeding anus
defy all sentences
in bed or in the temple
the same heresy
festering and stinking
onanist excursion
alive or dead
9
CLAY DREAMS
they make my face
ugly in my own sight
What am I going to see in the mirror?
there is no beauty
gold holiness left
in the naked nation:
the streams flow dark
and the door hinges groan
corruption policy
I cry for their names
and the faces they face
with dreams of mud
10
SANGAM
The crack in the sky
it’s not the pink neckline
violate the body
not even the beast is free
to escape the bloody river
that reflects stony anger
in doggy style
everyone awaits their reward
to bury the noise
sunny fire wheel
in frozen passion
become beggars all
seeking warmth with ash-smeared sadhus
at the roadside tea stall
whistle and wash away the sins
in confused sangam
With a privileged few they rise high
but I’m glad to crawl on the ground
my roots do not wave in the air
eleven
WHY QUESTION
If hand can meet hand
and hugging is not a sin
yes kisses lip to lip
golden hugs from cheek to cheek
it is not forbidden
why do they ask
meeting of thighs or breasts:
divine in action
It’s Spring; the love of the body
desire to flourish with the soul
12
QUAIL DREAMS
I have lived 23000 days
waiting for a day that could become
day of god in eden, earth or within
or even my grandson’s smile
on his first day in mom’s arms
now i feel like an empty boat
in a calm river
and tremble with quail dreams
13
HERE AND NOW
the body is precious
a vehicle to awaken
treat it with care, said buddha
I love your stillness
beauty and holiness
here and now
immerse yourself in its calm
hear the whisper in everything
its ebbs and flows
erect, penetrate
the edge of life and loss
return to wholeness
14
THEY ALSO KNOW
the flowers do not bloom
in homage to
builders apathy
the trees are dying
they too know they will be shot down
or the heat will kill
the cement rises
calamity will also rise
no one speaks of the ruins they bring
fifteen
STRANGE
I don’t know where he lived
in my previous existence
but hell i breathed
for three decades here
my soul did not fit:
I’m still a stranger
to them and to the cold walls
that blow out the candles
in my home without a roof
sixteen
INDIFFERENCE
being good
couldn’t let me know
something better
I was harmless
they sold my name
and it became
what i couldn’t
in the middle of daylight
I faded like faces
from the voter list
no difference
who wins
or who loses
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I ALSO DESCENT
Some cool bones and designer dress.
distorted hopes, cataract vision
almost nothing better the faces of the body
and if there is a soul, the soul hears
the map guides the midnight of the mind
but fate is different
disappointment is courage
they know the end of the journey
and get off when the train stops
I also descend
18
ECHO HAUNT
sleepy roads
with or without light
rip the sky
I watch the whisper
in the misty dark
midnight tao
quiet empty:
breathing deceptive cold
the echoes chase
19
EARTHQUAKES IN ELEMENTS
She trusts her reading of my horoscope.
and predicts a comfortable future
even as i know my toothache
now it means the fall of my teeth
and anal bleeding means safe surgery
my dying libido is so uncomfortable
like the dream of humans sleeping on the roof:
I am amused by his flattened and bare back
Who knows who will fall first?
before waking up I try to measure the selvage
of restless lines, moon, saturn and venus
plotting new challenges
for the tremors in my elements
it’s already mid november
and the tips of bronchial allergy
talk about the incarceration cycle
her moving lips are not soporific
twenty
DELICIOUS NUDE
the divine coiled
renew eternity
in body cells
fed on sensual sweetness
and the smallness of the moment
for years carnal reign
It seemed the glow of the spirit
in the deep well
now suddenly the itch comes on
to heaven’s naked delight
twenty-one
LET’S STAY
Before the ripe bananas
let’s meet at least once
lest the fog extinguish the passion
let’s water our love
the sun is bright this morning
and the night promises
let’s meet and thaw winter
of years, drink some wine
restore the warmth of faith and hope
and heal the gaps
without black glasses to see
let’s meet at least once
22
DRY VISION
crying eyes
with sparks and lightning
dry vision
caged existence
seek liberation
muttering old prayers
23
PUNCTURE OF THE SEASON
unpruned roses
and unknown herbs
make me aware
of the void
the sunset sounds in his room
she search
his shadow in
the crescent moon
I feel the prick of the season
24
DEGENERATION
When the gods are out to teach me a lesson
Where to go to pray or find relief?
my prophet friends predict every day well
and the future fulfilled, palmists find
the sun, saturn, venus and hostile rahu:
they look for money for rituals, stones or mantras
While God gives us the best of life for free
I cannot change man or nature, or karmas
now or tomorrow everyone is excited
in the maze of convenience and curse
stars, luck, fate or life before and after
degenerating mind, body, thought and divinity
25
CRACKS
The cracks in the parapet
have widened for the peepal
stay green for once
the rains also want us to get soaked
our heads and feel one
with fresh wind
in a dark corner
get rid of fears and enjoy love
26
BUGGING
Every night a challenge:
suffocating restlessness
noise of insomniac spirits
sexual starvation
anal period
gloomy subconscious
conspire behind closed eyes
absent healing and
miracles of wish
the clueless sun rises
bothering time and life
27
NEIGHBOR
With outline mind
and cunning heart
loud and rebellious
a professional loser
perfume the room
with flattering lips
and a preacher gets lost
to the revolution
28
PUBLIC HOLIDAY
Because I had no STD code to dial Heaven
I walked towards hell measuring happiness
in lines buried in the palms and the shrunken head:
I couldn’t know when love sifted and sank
like a vacation boat
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YOU CAN’T SMELL ME
In the poems I write
You can read my mind
I even know when I’m blue
before the mirror
when i’m in the dark
you can’t smell me
not even words will comfort
in december cold
when alone by candlelight
empty coffee cups
ridicule the syllables
I go around to do haiku
my hair in the air
reveal baldness:
jerking off without a heel
30
I TALK ALONE IN BED
after a day of work
they lie in a heap of sand
at the base of
a new shopping complex
slowly rising to the side
like the waves on Nellore beach
that broke before cleaning
my name in the sand
I take a snap at sunset:
they play with plastic bottles in the water
or eat fried fish in the cabins
They warn me not to put it on Facebook.
she hates my face
I am not allowed to speak
to the drug addict picked up
from the front steps of
Apartments Varsha
his dad asks
if there is law in the country
only a stray dog wags its tail
I wheeze and take a puff of seroflo
and i wonder if i should visit
Nimhans and get checked
to manage my dream
she asks why i think of bangalore
for the treatment of all my food
and takes me to Bannerghatta Zoo
for animal observation.