Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Geisha Black...


My mixed veggies console me at this time. The aroma is simply delectable. The garlic and ginger spices seem to have worked well. Yes. I'm watching my weight through life's lenses, and it doesn't look great. I have struggled to stifle my cravings at 3.00am. But vim! I'm trying.

Oh sorry. I lost track. These green peas, chopped carrots and grains of corn are soothing my pain. The pain of having found that my geisha girl is engaged and soon to be further engaged.

I laughed at the first time of asking. She said by March marriage would end her spinsterhood. Its good. What's not is that, I'm not sure if she's joking or not. She says whether its worth laughing at with my back on the floor and my dangling modifiers suspended, is up to me. How does that make sense? She's not even picking my calls.

Oops! My alter-ego just showed up. He's miming music, throwing my arms and pretending to be a rapper. And yes, the pants are dropped halfway. It's not me fault.

Thursday, 5 November 2015

Sonnet No.27


Miss pretty lights
You glow indeed.
Your eyes, they cure my blights
but bring pain to my Godspeed.
As I wake into your days' night
I see widths of violet bands.
Such streams from your temple's light
speak of grace in your vocal glands.

Miss sparkling hun
I need those incands on
Not to steal your shine, my sun
But to draw the days' dawn.
Hope the happy hormones came back
while the coughs and phlegm flu past.
With every sip of the oriental bark
I await the bliss of your penumbra cast.

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Love Me Some...


I waited, bent over in my red couch
Spread my legs across the backrest
Found solace in my black comforter
Waiting for you to love me some.

Love me some please!
When are those walls Berlin-tumbling?
My barrels have run out and parched
Vacuum fills it to the brim till you love me some.

We’ve been here long on these girders
The waves nearly collapsed this bridge of ours
My silence screams out at the sight of you
Praying you’ll uncover you and love me some.

Do I sound selfish?
Okay I’m sorry but I don’t apologize
Many palettes I’ve seen and continue to
But I’ll remain color blind till you love me some.