The Clown

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When I was a lad
There came a circus in town
Acrobats and a juggler
Midgets and a magician
Lions and a clown…
I went with my folks
Oh, what a show
I wanted more

With friends, I sneaked in
On a packed Friday night
This time the clown
Picked me
Funny tricks he played on me
Poked fun of me
He performed each show
A routine of his
I knew the drill

Finally, the clown turns the prank on himself
His final act
He howled and cried
Beat his chest
Audience cracked up
The roars of laughter faraway
And the clown in tears
Next to me…

Lights fade out
End of show.
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Human Science

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Einstein’s lesser known work
But a masterpiece
A handbook
“How to become a legend”
In this book, he researched
Thinkers, scientists, philosophers
Listed a pattern to their behavior

Highlights are as follows :
You have to be an idler
A COMPULSIVE ONE
You’ve successfully reached the high points
Of excessive indulgence and self pity
“No one loves me, none understands me”
Perfect.

One day, you wake up in a gutter
Hungover
Shaken by a pig
And you ask why?

A strange curiosity takes over
And you decide to resolve it
Though by now, it’s obvious
You’ve got nothing to lose
– A keynote to success

Eventually,
You figure it out
Mindlessly,
You run on the street
What do you expect?
You’ll be beaten to pulp
Of course!
Thrown back in the same gutter
Where it all began…

Don’t be sad
You are dead, better off
There sure is more…

A few decades later
You begin from the beginning
Born again
Oblivious, that a son of another mother
Has reclaimed your findings
Twisted a few squares and triangles
Here and there
Yes,
The Noble man

And you
Ignorant of the greatest revelation
Will play with trashy toys
Smile,
You know them from before
Sleep off,
Unaware…

But I pray
You never encounter
A paedophile pig
Rocking your cradle…
There’s nothing worse than that.
Someday,
I’ll find a gun and kill them.

Man Kind

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I envy a dog’s life
His bite traded me
To the injector
Five times
To insulate me from
Rabbi or Rabies?
I get confused between the two

I envy a pig’s life
He binges aplenty
In the balmy sauna
Rated by performance
Not by bank balance

I envy the blood-sucking mosquitoes
Before you curse, slap hard
They are gone, only to return
If I rob a bank, I go to jail
When bankers steal
Government prints them more money
Taxes me

But I don’t envy the roaring tiger
His prowess, unworthy
His dominance, unflattering
He succumbs to the mean arrows
Chopped, traded
Skin to teeth

Stoned II

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In the meadows
Of her heydays
She shunned gossips
Solemn vowed, in white
I kissed her, black lies

She sat by my side
Her eyes pale
Crimson rose
In her hand
Old and frail
I’m six feet under
Far away
She left without a word
It’s always been this way

When will she die
Laugh off my sins
Kiss me again?
Mercy

Marine smiled
Said “Calm down..She has”
He turned his face
Closed his eyes
And I wonder

It’s been awhile…

Stoned

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Twirling under the stone
Marked years
I consumed
I wonder
It’s been awhile
She caressed
Young marine’s marble

She’d visit often
Though she never acknowledged me
Just a passing glance
My oh my!

Later when she’d go
Marine would cry
Give me sleepless nights
Prayed, she finds another guy

I was jolted awake
Sound of gunshots
When the marine and I became neighbors
I noticed her for the first time
Just like the last time…

A long time gone past
And I wonder
It’s been awhile…

Adagio III

Picture inspired by John Todaro
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Ticked away
Clocking countless
My blinded days
And dark nights

My trivial life
Seemed bliss
I fooled myself, believed
I’ll give death a miss
But love, you ain’t around
That wasn’t the plan…

O sinuous needle of fate
Gimme just a fraction of your time

A favor, my final breath
Go to our backyard
There’s a rose, still alive
Rest on its petal awhile
You have to travel miles

She’ll know
That it’s me
When she hales you in
Touch her heart
Then die on her feet

Ladakh

Where,
The wheel snoozes, whirring prayers
Chirpy flags, jiving
“phat phat”

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”

Black Tuxedo

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Nam, Cuba, Russia
Cold lies

Iraq, Kuwait
Oil fields, worth a strike

Pak, illegitimate child
Afghanistan, drone struck
Daylight

Korea, Iran
Next in line

More strikes
More stories for
Oscars and feeding minds

Mottled Night

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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
she dreads

outside a shadowy hotel, neon lit
car halts
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