(curiously&quietly ~ you&i

(curiously&quietly~you&i have repetitively refused he&she as if we have been dancing off each other tragically mirroring within a disciplined binary even though you&i are profusely he&she domestically & that these awkward steps can all be improvised upon eversoadjustedly - trust me&reach over with a present palmful of reticent rescues oh-so-appropriately ~&quickly)

z-e-i-t-g-e-i-s-t

polite wires sacroscant flashlights governing traffic instant messages customized auxiliaries disposed winks cryptic penultimate defenses withering font sizes crowded folders equally neurotic viruses blacker than black boxes accessible glitches conveniently relinquishes silent offices timid neuroses highly charged beneath the surfaces gothic publishers rubbery trenches devastatingly chic insulators polite wires sacroscant flashlights governing traffic instant messages customized auxiliaries disposed winks cryptic penultimate defenses withering font sizes crowded folders equally neurotic viruses blacker than black boxes accessible glitches conveniently relinquishes silent offices timid neuroses highly charged beneath the surfaces gothic publishers rubbery trenches devastatingly chic insulators polite wires sacroscant flashlights governing traffic instant messages customized auxiliaries disposed winks cryptic penultimate defenses withering font sizes crowded folders equally neurotic viruses blacker than black boxes accessible glitches conveniently relinquishes beautifulest tortures cruelest teases persistently sticky pulls and pushes wide-eyed closures narrow laned passes one way ticket to vain juxtaposes committed fixtures nonchalances restless pressures for mileages silent offices timid neuroses highly charged beneath the surfaces gothic publishers rubbery trenches devastatingly chic insulators

mr weatherman

bring it on mr weatherman
for your shoulders are still intact
i'll take you on mr weatherman
quid-pro-quo fact for fact
oblige (I) mr weatherman
ratify our clandestine pact
comfort (he) mr weatherman
make him stand tall and erect
discipline (she) mr weatherman
rein in her self-destructive sect
pardon (we) mr weatherman
delay our eventual wreck

(this debt, this debt)

now, now, mr weatherman
patiently remind us again why
we are kept to be so wet

my headphones

wonderfully, i slip into this mood of
being on the verge
beat-by-beat

swarmed

this life has suddenly revealed itself
to be starkly rhythmic
and gorgeously

young

let's celebrate now

let's celebrate now
these shelters from the glare
let's celebrate now
holding the branches that they spare
let's celebrate now
by carving our names on the bark
let's celebrate now
lifting roots into the air, what a lark!
let's celebrate now
them transcendent concentric rings
let's celebrate now
with a yellow ribbon or sacred string
let's celebrate now
these pockets of lush, intermittent green
let's celebrate now
their sways through ancient to present winds
let's celebrate now
their abundance of generous fruit pickings
let's celebrate now
their subtle reminder of our forgotten glad tidings

times like these

there are simply just times like these

when the lungs shut down when blurred images seem clearer
when light enters eyes wide shut when the ants start crawling again
these pockets of sanity allow for

withdraw and release

there simply must be time for
these

the eco that dwells further below

stationed dutifully beneath warm currents, these
pebbles gather tribal steam at dawn
vibrating at a frequency that is widely despised
the sands polish their weathered surfaces; these tragic pawns
are unwavering in attention to a consciousness made
of dreams that are as wide as the narrowest river banks - here:
where rescuing hooks seem too much like beckoning bait; Oh!
such deplorable cautiouness, since pebbles are neither amphibious
nor are they sustained on the bombarding fluids from the flanks -
they nestle ceaselessly into the turbulence, more sands
brush off them while they are left to prop their kindred ashore
- homogenically - the workings of an economy that promises bliss
to those in proximity, keeping those downstream evergreen – they
are wholeheartedly still, erect in a stoic
commitment to prolong the eco
that dwells (further)
below

-PS. thanks jada, for piecing together this first version

beanbag

whenever i slouch into you / i cannot seem to occupy more
than half / even while you support my full shape / as i
push recklessly into your soft cavity / you'd always seem to
be more comfortable than i can ever be / beats me / even if
we are both just simply sitting down here /
separate entirely / in stark-
naked spineless glory

the entire -eco- that dwells further below

stationed dutifully underneath warm, elbowing rapids
these pebbles gather tribal steam each dawn as they start to
vibrate with a frequency that has till now been widely despised
while the atmospheric sands soothe their weathered surfaces;
these wasted pawns - in aero-dynamic tow by a trecherous flow - are
each unwavering in passionate attention to a consciousness that is
constructed out of dreams that have grown to be as wide
as the narrowest of river banks - look here: where rescuing
hooks are maligned to be uncanny beckoning bait. Oh!
such deplorable cautiousness i say, since pebbles are
not necessarily amphibious; nor do they naturally sustain
on the persistence of fluid bombardment from the flanks -
still, as they nestle foetus-style into the turbulence, you'd notice
more unwitting sands bristling off them and these particular
particles will eventually be set off to polish homogenically,
fellow kindred ashore. by now, you'd realize the workings
of such an overall economy that keeps those downstream
evergreen so that they can each concentrate on firmly
erecting (while remaining wholeheartedly still) a stoic
commitment to prolong the entire -eco- that dwells
further below

1:11:11

(I have been)

at times a little ahead,
occasionally, sinfully,
a few moments
late,

but now,
(I am)

most precisely spot on
- for
this recurrent time of mine
has been born

Dull Flame of Desire

I love your eyes, my dear their splendid, sparkling fire when suddenly you raise them so to cast a swift embracing glance like lightning flashing in the sky but there's a charm that is greater still: when my love's eyes are lowered when all is fired by passions kiss and through the downcast lashes I see the dull flame of desire

- Fyodor Tyutchev (1803-1873)

i'd like my pancakes with a little

i'd like my pancakes with a little
bit of honeyed jam
or make that toast with
butter,
sunny-side up and turkey ham
appetite promiscuousity, gastronomic galore
to insist on a flavour a month
such a chore. such a whore.
to have your cake and eat it
don't bite off more than you can spit
masticate through every high and low
as you salivate on the go
just when you thought you have tasted
a little of everything
it becomes not a simple yes or no

my coveted part of day

just
beyond
the windowsill
sprawls my favourite part of

day

dripping streaks
of
tropical aurora
all neon like
virgin blushings for mid-
may

the
splendid
sun
is poured almost-
candidly into
my mouth
goodness awashed
diffusing volatile sky
vagrants
as they race haphazardly
across the basin
radiating all that this
soil is about

and in this moment's
viscosity
all the modern things have become
dwarfed into modest silhouettes
(as) they will now
in unison bow
to this -

my
coveted part
of

day

telephone

we are in search of the perfect dialtone, and
for the first receiving end
we are in chains with the speaking clones
yet still in awe of this networking trend
we are in duty of passing on every curious exaltation
and in need of determined coiled wires for reliable dis-connections
indeed, in payment of every efficient translator
we are let in on an intimate wavelength with the modern operator
which is in lieu of the second receiver's midnight smooches (in bouts
plagued by a gratitude for the overnight trails left without)
just as she lubricates before each looming call
i get whisked to the stars with each syllable's awkward fall
side-by-side, we are in tandem with these insidious, sparkling interfaces
only by virtue of historically-accurate paraphrases
since we are still under seige by a relentless interference
kept under the illusion of this electricity's omniscient indiscrimination
for now, keep still and just be @ home on your throne
in hold of your own loyal telephone
on it, come clean-be pristine-preen! (be
at your best while)
confronting this bestowed mess we are in

(with your scientific index finger, slowly)

(with your scientific index finger, slowly)

inspect these mirages around you

and from time to time
de-stabilize this flurry of images, as you
try to bring them into focus
but also take note to respect
their individual refractions

Wait, wait!
try creating a vertigo of faraway

((( cyclones ) ))

(yes, if you think about it,
the wings of butterflies actually
vibrate in
a circular fashion)

so set yourself
to it and disperse
the older air

and reveal
oh! this :) morse-coded oasis!

(with your investigative littlest finger, curiously)

twirl the hair around you
these overly-safe straight locks

are imprisoning

make them curl around their own edges,
~soften~
bend them at their knees, then
surreptitiously,
bring them closer to your nose as you
identify their every conditioner and odour

(with the tip of your nose, and toes, stretch)

into the ripe air
until you hear the cracking of your bones
for this will teach you
not to be too dependent
on that non-ergonomic armchair as you erect
a posture that condemns that claustrophobic
sinus to a sacred pastime

(get real! snap out of it!)

stretch out,
stretch it all out

the tips of your thorns

those over-ardent facial hairs

the layer of nothingness that seems to be
always ready to jump off the surface
(leap, I'd say!)

these tension-filled calf muscles

and boy, who can forget
those erotic synapses!

as you reach those climaxes
repeatedly! ~ (:)

(get real! and snap out of it!)

THIS IS THE MOMENT!

let's face it: nothing is real
except this bundle of stretches
but only when they
form these relentless contours on us
with these
criessmilesjumpsdropsand
breaths

slowly-but-surely
we are carefully made-up
as if every ‘me’ is a building
as with every 'you'
rooted still
yet
forever stretching, until there is nothing
more to touch