Within the broken tomorrows and frozen yeses
Tail pins of sunken bass pricked out in silence
The swollen haiku met my desperate cleavage
of brain boxed dereliction and I wondered past
the 1 am stringed metallic madness for a real time
carved and caved in emotional catharsis. Waking up
thrice to the sounds of a trumpet in my ears, the winged
jazz of my feels was hell bound and I swivelled
on edges of love and hate for life. Faces stared hard
at my cappuccino eaten smiles and my feet with weary edges
lost the early blisters for the more experiential,existential notes on I.

words twisted on lines of dilemma
and emotional sobs filtered out the essence of
recursive trials of sin and the random expressions
broke like midair collisions of speeding jets.
So the morning looked rather dry in its uncloudy
starkness of wintered predictability
as my dead cells played the drums.
I like to dip hard in the dived secrets of ocean’s peels.
Life rolled within my socks freed itself for yet
another round of gaming. I stepped in.

 

*****

 

Copyright -Saberi Roy.10, Nov 2007