Sunday, January 17, 2021

the death of woman

this time im sure

im watching from across

the last million times

ive been quite sure

its not forgettable

the times I was the one

raising the flag

rolling down the stairs

arms akimbo

they always figure it out

many many too lates later

life is not a negotiable instrument

you will miss me

the void will grow forever

burn the bridges

cut the ropes

cry the rivers of tears

clattering with coins

heavy with soiled paper

that poor rabbit never knew

when it stopped growing, or why

heavy ash where the bridges were

she is the other half of life itself

the baby machine

fire up the drones

lets find a healthy few

and make it work

Tuesday, January 12, 2021


inside red hot stakes

crumbling in ashes

engulfed in flames

but I will rise tomorrow

a phoenix in chains

or you will, a toss up

a rift in the darkness

no clocks in the game

remember remember

remember my dear

before you give, everyone away

life is long, life is short

life is everything we've got

ashes to ashes,

dust to dusk

comfort and cookies

some laughter, some hay

some love is plenty, and just enough

to celebrate

Saturday, November 14, 2020

the seventh sense

for our sixth is now taken

by the sway of internet winds

of still humans 

on popular science

and as we reach for a seventh

its vital to diversify

now right now now

and wear a mask

you dam fool

Monday, October 12, 2020

save the trees

 Repost from 2010
When I was in India, I was a grand paper-waster. One of those sinners who will use an entire box of tissues for a morning of sniffles (I also produce phenomenal quantities of phlegm so its public service really). But in the US, even I am shocked by how much is wasted. In cafeterias, restaurants, kitchens, bathrooms, there is a complete lack of respect for paper. In India though, an earnest movement to save paper exists, purely for cost. Someday if I have my own home, it will be a minimum paper place. There will be big fluffy towels everywhere, there will be murals on the wall made of terry cotton, they will be beautiful but you can use them too. The key to making this concept work is quantity, and style. Also dedicated washing and towel rotation timetables. A big investment in beautiful towels. Egyptian cotton with color, form and imagination. Towels will be placed around all water bodies in the house like oases, they will wrap around skins and peek into ears, they will pour from the walls and whip around top speed inside washers. As a bonus, I can change the decor around the home whenever I get bored, which is thrice a day, it will keep me out of trouble. Of course there will be logistics. The flappy will catch earrings and hooks and handles and sharp anythings. The heavy will need lots of support and get worse with water and fall down walls and whiplash passersby on windy days. The lazy inside will ignore morose towels who need TLC, and result in depression. Depressed towels are hard :(. The hygiene will demand paper in the bathroom at least. With a little design and a lot of planning and labor, them towels can be squeezed to drop a rupee into the earthbank

Thursday, September 24, 2020

and then there were none


to do

take numbers, we have the numbers

to cast doubt

on how she looks

what she's doing

where she came from

where she's going

how much she has

how much she lost

to build a fragile little

glass shell

invisible, indivisible

and then the flag will change

as flags have changed

from reef to desert