Mottled Night

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A hooker on her first night out
She made out before, for love…

Is it?
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, course…followed…life…”

Tonight, she’ll bare her moans
To a man
Who’ll pay her green, she needs.
“What kinda jerk, I’m about to meet?”

Sweat laddered pot belly
Porcupine hair, piercing her insides
Eyes pressed shut, twitched face
Pearl harbor, Hiroshima, finally the Cold War
“A rod of passion
Ducks shamelessly, a lame when done…”
She mocked often
Her ex-boyfriend never timed more than 8 1/2 minutes
A Fellini bad hangover
Tonight, she got no choice but frown
If her client lasts longer than she anticipates
Intoxicated, infused by a pill
She dreads

Outside a dingy hotel, neon lit
The car halts
Her countless thoughts pause
She turns to her pimp behind the wheel
He blurts out the dos and don’ts
Hands her a threesome pack
Her savior for the night and many nights to follow…

Randamn

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Await : it’s been a while. Talk to me

Talk : Lies

Lies : Hell no..but your point of view. Right?

Right : I never was

Was : I am. look at me..Please?!

Please : smile please

Smile : my poetry does’nt

Poetry : cry

Rhyming poetry : try a cry

Laugh : after a burst out cry. Fake it for the mirror

Fake : You excelled everytime

Time : a crippled walk

Crippled : by your thoughts, not a moment goes by…

HOLD : she said

STOP : she did not

Infantaria

1103

“FERNANDES!”

call out for fernandes
you’ll meet a fernandes
any restaurant or a bar in Goa
you got to find one
maybe two

i had but found a forsaken table
in a odd corner
by a stupid well
propped up with a drab metal bucket
an old portuguese house, now a colonial cafe
“Infantaria”

i dread stepping alone
in joints like such
that has no bar counters, no bar stools
no barkeeps
but a table of two or worse four

i needed a drink badly
“FERNANDES”
“Was I loud?”
Puny nose, squeaky eyes
lips like two thin blades
chop-chop monster frowning at me
MEAN

“fernandes, large rum and a beer pint.”
i sneaked a glance at her
her fiery eyes glued on me
waiting for a sign
any sign to tear me apart
“ahem..fernandes, get me a repeat, i hate to wait”

two on table no 6
i could hear her squirrel
black halter, back facing me
curvy neck
few strands of hair
waving me hello
guy with her was smothering his belly
severe case of ulcer

table no 5
tender face, nice smile, gentle eyes
paused on me
i let her go
she was cute
i had to

table no 11
two quiet couples
mid-life crisis

right then
she walks in
and I liked her, very much.
strawberries chimed on her fluttering feathers
streaks of red splashed on my cheeks, a blush

I couldn’t take my eyes off her
I didn’t want to
Her loose white shirt
top two buttons undone
she looked at me
i smiled
she smiled back
lit a cigarette
surfed her bag
pulled out a book

Please Turn Over. Continue….
The author had her

“FERNANDES, repeat…DOUBLE IT”

Adagio – II

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this woman I met
she wed a married man
unaware of his shadowy lies
one day he left her
with but a letter
my dear

this woman i met
she planted the seed of a man
a father of two
his wife with kids had packed and gone
for what use be of a penniless warp ?
a freak car accident, crash landed him
30 feet down a bridge, on a dry riverbed
disabled for life, abled for a potent job

this woman and her child, I met
In a coastal village of Goa
the locals whisper
“whore and her son, no tag”

“dirty dirty”
her son exclaims as he shows me
his hands smeared with sand
he loves to play on the beach

this woman i met
I’ll meet her again

a positive life

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death
i met him once at a hooker joint
i thought so too, just like you
but he wasn’t there
to screw

in that dingy corridor
when i stepped out
after i pumped macho
my balls feeling alight
loosen up, free

he winked at me
bastard was poking holes
on the dotted rubber
with a pin sharp

one night stand

picture courtesy – annelize bosch

heart

in wildness
tanked up mindless
we kindled selves
that lustful night

nested by passion
we were childlike
pained by our past
jiving for madness
righteous or not
neither cared less

we escaped some eyes
we let some catch us blind
kissed blood bursting out
our throbbing hearts
joyous
we freaked wild

next morning
we parted

why?