The wheel snoozes, whirring prayers
Chirpy flags, jiving
Snow weeps adios to the tranquil mountains
Trickles to their final journey
Merging in the Indus
Drafting on her marked course, silent
Shiva muses atop
The peaks, snow lathered
To cushion my creator
The patched naked moon enviously paces
Hiding behind the clouds
A cluster of stars
Chant a joyous paean in glory of my virgin abode
The odyssey of the naive wayfarers
Brown and green hillocks
Bare plateaus and barley fields
Are a thousand miles away
I yearn for the calling
“Son, come back”
held upside down
in the malodor of a clinical hand.
the green masked monster
lifted me back, intently staring at me.
he wasn’t alone
white clad, a green masked jury
a conspiracy brewing in their vicious minds
behind their shadowy eyes…
where is my cocoon?
what have I done to deserve this hell?
hysterical, I screamed.
the evil forces smiled in victory
holding the culprit, awaiting my verdict…
turned to the woman on the bed
sweated out, unsteady…
i am bloodied for a crime, i didn’t commit
i cried, she smiled
benefit of doubt
they cleaned me up
wrapped me in a sheet, swamped with
a dark cloud hovered
held me in his arms
i had never seen him before
he never appeared before
when I cried help
i jaded a smile
Nam, Cuba, Russia
Oil fields, worth a strike
Pak, illegitimate child
Afghanistan, drone struck
Next in line
More stories for
Oscars and feeding minds
Next scene in a movie is usually predictable and if you can beat that, you got an audience.
Stunt Drivers in Kill Bill costume
Reference picture for costume dept.
Source : Who cares?
Back to stunt unit. No need to refer Kill Bill. Low on budget.
Not bad, after all
a hooker on her first night out
is this date like other dates?
a scribble in her diary
first time…no man seemed worth the pain
i was so keen to endure
then he and another and him
And that one, o boy
tonight, she’ll bare her moans
to a man
who’ll pay her green, she needs.
“what kinda jerk am i about to meet?”
sweat laddered pot belly
porcupine hair, piercing her insides
eyes pressed shut, twitched face
pearl harbor, hiroshima, finally the cold war
she mocked often her ex-boyfriend never timed more than 8 1/2 minutes,
tonight, she got no choice but frown
if her client lasts longer than she anticipates
intoxicated, infused by a pill
outside a shadowy hotel, neon lit
her countless thoughts pause
she turns to her pimp behind the wheel
he’s got two bits of advice for her and a threesome pack
her savior for the night and many nights to follow