Vibrate

Pitch.
Futile octave grasping.
The build-up
The fail
Potential crest
unmastered
Dip avoidance.

Flat lining. 

Bheja fry

Rhythm.
Blood pounded
Into pulp
In your veins

Lose it with
One Step
One twist
One shake

Fluid motion
The blurred brain
The drunk’s laugh
The couple’s embrace

May we suggest?
Forgetfulness,
Lobotomy,
Or pleading guilty

Poem circa the 90s reworked

She lies on the floor
To feel the footprints fall
Systematic, relentless
Crackle-crack...that brittle bony core
Verdict- "Flat form"

Night Repast

Empty white cups
Smeared with dregs
Of coffee, lipstick, stories

Mutilated cigarette ends
Crushed into oblivion
Another night, another issue

Ideas and trash
Recycled.
Pumped into the
New day's veins

Purge

Creaking, creaking
All day long
Scratching at a living
Looking wan

Infesting fears fester
Eyes battered red at night
Bile-dyed thoughts pester
Insomnia burning bright

Breakfast — eggs, my brains
Well fried, I smile
"Just you,
Or will a friend come by?"

The Devotee

Dark tar on the road
Reminds me of your complexion
Eye lids fall
Obliterating the dull flare of streetlights
The vision becomes clearer
Smooth darkness
Flashes of your eyes
Your cheek
Your smile
Bifurcated by imagined skin
Yours and mine
I am still the ant
Exploring The blue ridges Of divinity
Skirting the borders
Of love so powerful it hurts
External senses revolt
The trance is broken
And I am still
The scared believer
Who will love
Under duress
My fear percolated into
The superficiality of
Silent salutations

Words

if words were just that
with no underlying brutality
Of gestures...glances
No missed high fives
Of complete understanding
Just sweet clarity
The absolute synergy
Of two bodies spooned
Cocooned in utter blackness

Oblivion Calling

Above in the sky
the stars went out
Below, so did the fire...
eyes closed, lips sealed, I drift...
Void, I welcome thee

(void not being handsome andriod sex machine....)

Unfaithful

Small quivery black lies,
slowly snaking across
the white surface.
Blending, slowly
dipping below the surface
merging gently, seamlessly
distorting nothing
No suspicions
till the void of grey,
Pulses in your veins.
Shadows snaking across
The walls
As the light
slowly ebbs away
The poison
The insidious stealth of it
Comprehension suspended
Till the final slam
Of the door
Signals he has left