Straws

Envelop and swallow me.
Whole and in pieces.

Drink from me,
of my blood
and of my sweat.

Star laden night,
low hung,
sprawled across the grass.

Paper cuts

A thousand tiny cuts.
Paper cuts gush sometimes too.

Them Books

If I should falter,
Remember I loved those books of mine.

No discarded rubbish heap,
No pavement pushcart,
No irresponsible finger
Shall they bear.

Resplendent shall they lie,
Locked away and encased,
Breathing small islands,
craggy mountain peaks,
and that snowflake.

Remember me to the story.

Pavlov

A stranger menagerie I don't quite remember,
A nuzzle,a nibble and then a giant bite.

The dogs of discontent,
Snarling teeth and bared fangs.

Jaw imprints all over my arm,
Teeth sunk deep,
Deep into dream recess.

Texture

I miss the grass,
Curling around my toes.

Inexorable itches,
thorny addendums.

The sand,
swirling outward,
with wave
and wind.

Its all concrete here,
Shoes and socks
and Elevators.

I miss the texture,
Mud,sand,grass.

The rain in Triplicane

Driving down Triplicane,
Bananas,Coconuts and auto parts,
Narrow pushing narrow into alley spills,
Its not my problem.

Cycles spewing sewage streams,
Horns and bells and whistles,
Thunderclaps of a thousand voices,
Its not my problem.

Swerving green ogres,
Jostle,jostle,jostle for that inch,
Wipe that sweat from off your brow,
consign the detritus of the day.

For here it comes,
Giant shattering goblets,
The rain, the rain, the Rain.

FIreflies

Fireflies in my backyard,
across the fence near the tracks.

Unawares of beginnings
or ends.

Fireflies amongst the trees,
fireflies in the breeze,
fireflies at my knees.

Bring the rain.