cartwheeling along my merry way
to parts hitherto unknown, i paused
for a moment to collect my thots,
which had been jostling around my
half-fried bheja in all the
upside-down-and-all-arounding, happy
(my thots) to be allowed a chance to
go walkabout, instead of gathering dust
amongst the farther reaches of
my greying matter.
i had lost my bearings, which
in and of itself was not
a worrying thing, for as i told you
up above, i had started out by
putting on my explorer’s hat (lost
somewhere along the way, i have to say).
my thots, though free, stayed jumbled,
but my eyes were captivated by
the sight of mother T and chandragupta
(vikramaditya, not maurya) strolling
arm in arm through a forest of red and white
and blueish-green flags. at eye level.
red flags flying a few inches
below bluegreen or white, blood
dripping from every other
into hand-cut ravines which fed
a raging river, full three inches wide,
running between my legs.
the happy couple looked over and smiled.
i waved. they waved back, and
as they slowly disappeared so did the flags.
one by one. until all that was left
was the crimson river flowing under me
towards a sea of tranquil fear,
which i recognised as being
the one i sail through in my virtuous
and virtual yacht on nights when
hope and faith have left me alone and
buggered off to couple violently in
the uneasy silence left behind
by some uncharitable old fogey’s
gratuitously snarly harley-davidson super glide.
often before leaving they’ll hog-tie me, loosely
speaking, but lately they’ve been less
concerned with my nighttime circumnavigations
around unpierced earlobes sagging
under the weight of anticipation.
minos – november 2008
2 Comments
November 21, 2008 at 6:41 pm
very nice Minos , me still waiting for ur 2nd story
November 22, 2008 at 4:47 am
sherry-ji, you strike me as being a patient man.
: )