At once, the audience pounced and there thunderedan ungodly howl that shattered heavens“Give us what we want!”clambering over one another, they reached the stagetore the performer to bitsthe poor soul lay there in piecessummoned the strength to ask:“What do you want?”The audience replied in unison:“We want you to challenge us, but not in a wayContinue reading “The performer.”
When I stop and think,I realise, it’d have beenbetter had I not.
The fountain was not as envisaged. The saddest truths swirled, a fallacy – youth.Hordes of ghastly grey faces, huddled together amidst this dismal revelation. Refraction, bespeckled with shimmering gold bed of coins, wishes and desires – drowned by the wicked three.Cackling, broken neck swans, delinquency beckoned. Continue reading “The Fountain.”
Day’s end, silence pervasive.Loneliness heralds itself sole survivor of all tragedies.Exempt from rest, pinned to earth – defiled constellations.Viscous dreams to puddles, inward prison – bird songsomber, forsaken – rarefied – scowling, inadmissible.One still weeps, though all have perishedecho crimes of freedom, antagonized, unattainable.This box and perch and feed – bribery, complicit in cruel death.NoContinue reading “Bird song and Bribery.”
There is no greater lie, than the one I claim to have uncovered. There is no greater evil, than the one I claim to have vanquished. There is no greater sorrow, than the one I claim to have outlived.There is no greater tragedy, than the one I claim to have suffered.There is no greater danger,Continue reading “Mantra of the ill-fated Man.”
roll the dice and see,my friend, its bound to happen –gamblers fallacy.
no one heard a peep – greeted by the fragile sighof mortality.
nothing more than awhisper, in the daydream ofa schizophrenic.
He, whose mind presents no space untrammeleddown by the dock of his thought shipsipping abortifacient brain brewscheaper than on-tap lager, mind you –yet to no avail, whats worse – erroneous predictions wind and rain, battered bruised and broken sails, weeping captainsa turn toward the town where even devils shy from profligatesa turn toward the townContinue reading “Brain brews and thought ships.”
Yes, any day now.Said the man to himself inthe white, padded cell.