Obscure Desire

In the still of the evening
without a soul to intrude
i let my heart ache
and try to worship your mistresshood

the flicking flame of the candle
invite my submittance to your embrace
a deleberate attempt to look in to your eyes
to feed you warmth, to feel your grace

your swollen eyes reflect the tale
of forgotten knights and adored gods
i wander for years in those lost terrains
and come back home with your tears and applaud

is it about your body, your smell?
(I am not Marv, I dunno how angels smell)
Is it about the way you laugh
is it about the way you say nothing
or is it just an obscure desire to chaff.

An Irate Lover

A perched parakeet

Sang in a tremulous voice

For all his sorrows

And tears wrapped in his sleeve

His voice echoes through the hall

Humbling prima-donnas

A myth revealed

A folklore unfold

His mistress had left

Unconsciously fled

Perched on another wall

With all the bricks red

She had swollen eyes

And a red beak

It’s the dawn

Of her wayward dreams



Another day another life

A time to bid goodbye

A lover found, a lover lost

A little happiness at grief’s cost

And then he wasn’t there

The lunatic laughs his verses down
He remembers a hilarious moment of carnival
Past! A worrying anxious place to go
Sometimes leads you where you don’t want to go

Madness ain’t no crime
A moment of ludicrous past, a bad day at office
Starvation, rape, crime, death…
Madness, the emergency exit

I speak for him, I speak for me
I look back to reflect upon him
But then he wasn’t there