golden floor
The bed takes up most of the room
Tis a space for making love
Curtains and lanterns
Two bodies
Under sheets
serpents in the water
Heat and movement
whining and wrything
Royal nest
Soon to be offspring
crawling up the fancy scuplted bed posts
Like nocturnal jungle creepers
Gloomy face
Hypochondriac
Office dread
deadlines present blades
Productivity
Collaboration turns to calamity
Competition and flattery
Fraudulent behavior
Seeking a solid career
Impatience annoyance
Short tempered living room
Home office nausea
Sweaty repugnance
flush after flush
A call with the boss
He loves puns and ambiguity
The kind that keeps you reaching for a new job somewhere else...
I wander on and off the path
I get to understand my edges
The smooth and the jagged
I trip up and fall in the brush
The path swerves left and right
Dark and light
I tend to get lost
Wild animals stalk
I struggle to make out the path
The safe gravel trail through
this dangerous wilderness
Yet off the track I find enlightenment as well
Far from the embrace of the known
Then returning to it blesses me
I leave it whenever I hear a creek
I follow the sound of water and go to drink
I don't simply drink I bathe and give praise
I awaken and return to the way with strength
I find lost people further from the road
They tell me how good things are in the wilderness
I offer them remedies before leaving, they don't follow.
Sewing from wool
Slowly becoming a scarf
Threading through
Creating something warm
To settle around the neck
Winter asks for it
The cold scorns
manifest comfort
warmth is a vibration
The gas bottle emptied.
The oven element puffed out.
Meat still raw
lunch uncooked
So I cut salad
Side dishes and attempts at self knowledge
I attach the new gas bottle
The smell blows up before I can tighten it
Oven goes back on
pots start steaming up again
The timer bleeps
I can eat my understanding
Thrown fire
Capturing and taking the temple
Fire tying itself to the walls
A carbonized sign left inside the wall
River side mystery
Peasants collect water and throw it
Something in the undergrowth of the bank
Through the flash flood
Washing through cities
Rains monsoon in nature drive over
Enabling full blown chaos
Every catastrophe
gatherings of wandering reptiles
Finding their recesses
Whispering the rumours
Of more future chaos
The fire looms on buildings above the land
The land is choked under water
Shiva appearing in the steam between
Rudra rising bursting over the city
A deafening siren
The third eye rises
Bhairava humidity
Each form of the Ugra roopa
She sat at the wooden picnic table.
It had been moved into the garage.
Love was so foreign.
She clung to emotions.
Over the other side.
The immature cousin played pool.
He imitated betty boop taking the shot.
Teeth stained as he grinned a grin so wrong.
His self neglect only visible to others.
Inside the body there is no certainty.
The wooden seat feels foreign.
A face was on the portrait.
Struggle creates beauty,
discomfort and shame pollute the aura.
Become evident as you cling to the table.
There is nothing stable.
No real safety.
So when you refuse my embrace.
And hate those that invite it.
You lose out noone else.
There's nothing sinister here.
You look away from me,
insisting on that indoor picnic table.
In that old garage dim and dank.
With that rugged cousin.
He's bordering on gout,
drunk since yesterday.
