Tuesday, December 29, 2009


Mid-argument I stall,
Suddenly weary
Do I care to pierce that hide?
Your pigeon like,globular tone
Of being amply justified.

Sunday, December 6, 2009


Freezing point is 0K.

Like hell it isn't.

On Success and The Pliable Man

I came.

I saw...

I concurred.*Shrug of shoulders*

Friday, December 4, 2009


How many rants have been
washed down the kitchen sink,
And how impervious the clothes
Are to my rage.
I thought.
Why not.

So,to tell
I sat you on my lap.
(Like when I spoon Cerelac
Into your mouth?)
And if nothing
It was heartening
When you knit your little brows together
(Pausing to think?)
Before you said-

P.S-Im getting worried.Noone is getting what I write any longer.If this makes sense,do tell.