Poet Introduction Written since the womb, to inevitably, falling in the tomb. 'Love is natural and real.' Some singer they call Morrissey (also the name of my ex feral wild(e) cat as it happens). Wifette Uma, Diwali Duchess Poetess, is my muse and lighthouse.
~Sky & Flesh Of Our Paarijaat Nights & Paramporul Nucleus, Is This Breathing Poetry: Love (A RobUma Collab)
Sky & Flesh Of Our Paarijaat Nights & Paramporul Nucleus, Is This Breathing Poetry: Love (A RobUma Collab)
The moon’s perfect vowel Oozes luna(r)tic tides Across ripples of our lips Breath drifting from mouth – Shiuli tongues circle Paper windmill sails, Big ships can sink in birdbath & this is why, my love, our Universe is the size of diver’s lungs.
lunging shrilly zilling tambourines of our trembling amphibian gills... breathe in the swelling tears of the unplucked ...
Scraggled verisimilar verse Words weave a roric drenched field Until sun’s teeth gnaw the fruit core raw: Branch trembles after bird has flown.
Night lights flame, frame Portrait of lonely passenger Reading a paper back on plumed train. Distraction carriage, each platform a stage, Actors skitter o’er ever shrinking rails Lights – Camera – Action Bit part couching for Brief Encounter & we all know how that ended. I know my destination.
Wandering off earth disguised as blind beggar On bicycle of pumpkin and bone my ghost reclines In séance wheels a voice mute and punctured. One day poetry will die my love. eBay will sell souls to the lowest bidder.
I STARTED SOMETHING I COULDN’T FINISH
Hapless rogue at end of rope The boy hung traditional rights, still unable Uncorked forbidden fruit astride oak. Mind garrotted in the Gulag, found The meaning of the universe to be
White Goddess lines open coffin With her hair trimmings & Tarred crow feathers
The silent woman Smites her womb Exciting waters to be broken.
In final breath of water She becomes a lake Sailed by nightjar holy tremblings.
Until Ancestral ghosts bequeath Unto him, the white sheet, Crisply ironed as bank manager’s shirt: The burnt fox in his once dream Shrouds earthen existence Paints the portal obsidian Of each poetic homecoming.