61.All that glitters is not gold/ Heck, it may well be fire and brimstone/ But lusty fingers want to touch/ for it may please or it may burn.
62. 'No' was her favourite word/ her aura, a cold stone wall./ One day she took her chance; let him in/ and it all caved in when he gushed.
63. She didn't want it to end. There were still some sweat beads from the lovemaking last night. A lover so ideal, she killed him to keep him
64. Who let you out, O pure one?/ to walk this
cruel world, to learn their lies./ Who let you out, knife in hand/ and
told you 'twas God's will?
65. Coil up now, cold you are/ a blue heart
you have, and a closed mind/ let me take you back, my child/ when you
were safe in my womb.
66. Battle scarred and blood stained/ valour badges on my breast/ I carry swords by the day/ but wear my love's arms in the night.
67. She rummaged through chests/ under sheets, in sheets/ between people and lessons/ to find another word for her savings box.
68. She could love at hat drop/ and fawn over sweet nothings/ but in fury, she turned ugly/ and let out gargoyles that kill.
69. Like an unabashed picture of inelegance/
he plodded along the unwarranted road/ foot firmly in his mouth, head
high/ said 'this is who I am'
70. She landed there, with no warnings/
perhaps in a dream, all naked/ and hid to protect her modesty/ until she
noticed all was shorn of shame.
71. Her white dress hitched a little/ goody two shoes kept aside/ she stepped into the slime/ and said, 'I wanna play too!'
72. It is cold out there/ why stymie your warm love/ share a lingering smile/ that might melt some frozen faiths.
73. He thought they were aimed at him/ benign
looks of harmless people/ he let these non-wounds fester/ and gave
himself a malignant heart.
75. He went to the stores. He bought wood, iron, nails, bolts, glue, tape
and black paint. He built a box around him at night. He disappeared.
76. She didn't want it to end. There were still some sweat beads from the lovemaking last night. A lover so ideal, she killed him to keep him.
77. Hunched up, face down, he dragged his feet like all no men on the street. Only they didn't know he was masquerading to savor his joys alone.
81. Fumbling hands, trembling hands/ were his hesitant explorers/ "I am you," is all she said/ to make his hands grow up.
76. She didn't want it to end. There were still some sweat beads from the lovemaking last night. A lover so ideal, she killed him to keep him.
77. Hunched up, face down, he dragged his feet like all no men on the street. Only they didn't know he was masquerading to savor his joys alone.
78. "Why are you climbing down again?" he
asked. "I'm hoping I'll tire out my vertigo and be able to jump off and
fly and die," she said.
79. Wistful I am, but I must let it go/ I know
these solid, ethereal feelings/ but let me feel it while it lasts/ this
love, my fistful of sand.
80. When the King came marching/ to the
dervish's door/ and watched; all glory and troops/ "I have but sung, my
lord. What be my fault?"
81. Fumbling hands, trembling hands/ were his hesitant explorers/ "I am you," is all she said/ to make his hands grow up.
82. Life had pushed him to a preacher's dais.
He repeated what the good books said. But at nights, in a woman's robes,
he cradled little dolls
83. No more birds of a feather/ for you are
now a dyed-feather charlatan/ fake colours and falsettos are not for me/
I remain a gray goose.
84. One day he said to God. "Make me naught. I
got too many things to drag around." And lo! He was another man's
shadow; being dragged around.
85. I reached that 3-pronged road/ that lead
me to 3 doors/ one for the yes, and a no and a maybe/ I split my mind in
3 and proceeded into each.
86. He was the last man standing/ in a
decaying, lost land/ yet the Christmas spirit lead him/ to fastidiously
lay glitter on every grave.
87. Life had pushed him to a preacher's dias.
He repeated what the good books said. But at nights, in a woman's robes,
he cradled little dolls
88. No more birds of a feather/ for you are
now a dyed-feather charlatan/ fake colours and falsettos are not for me/
I remain a gray goose.
89. One day he said to God. "Make me naught. I
got too many things to drag around." And lo! He was another man's
shadow; being dragged around.
90. A mirror once fell in love with the
narcissist. Forgot its true nature, trapped her reflection. Turned to
stone with all her ugly realities.
91. One fish by one, caught the old fishing
rod. His father's gift when he was little. But he and his hunger grew.
"A net!" he cried in despair.
92. Two strangers. A lot of booze. To let
themselves loose. A morning after with no face in mind. Just the smell
of the other's shampooed hair.
93. You left that day, without a word/
blistering my doors to a new life/ I was sleeping at the time in our
bed/ when you set my heart on fire.
94. Admiration, like secret water seeping/ the walls that surround me/ suddenly a rush of warm water/ at my feet and into my heart.
95. He lay in Diana's arms/ longing for his Lucifer/ denying his true calling/ despising all moments in bed.
96. I remain seated/ among a philharmonic audience/ of orchestrated lies/ of a world I made too.
97. Their last day together/ a solstice become/ the shortest day/ and the longest, coldest night.
99. Held back sometimes/ dammed some, damned some/ but words find cracks/ and flow their course.
100. Mighty statue/ admired by all/ crushed by his need/ to be loved/ by one blind tourist.
101. In a dark room, with acrid fumes/ of hatred and some rot/ he summoned his ghosts and gloom/ and chatted with his ugly conclave.
102. Frisky shadows/ dodge the moon/ make the loon/ run about in circles.
103. Iridescent laughter/ changes colour/ joy sometimes/ oft times, sorrow.
104. New bride, a coy toy/ laden silences, bated breaths/ consumed him, passion danced/ like one volatile volcano.
105. His thoughts were meandering. Hit a stone, then two, then a whole roadblock. Emotions welled and washed all away in an angry flood of words.
106. Mean gladiator arms/ that could rip tigers apart/ could not help but shiver/ when he held his firstborn first.
107. I put on my child eyes/ to find joy in lost years/ only to be disappointed at the definitions/ the adults taught me.
108. She wished upon, what she thought was a
shooting star, for a bright last breath. Then the asteroid fell upon her
and she died in a flash.
109. Politeness, sometimes/ made her gasp for air/ like a fitted corset/ perhaps two sizes too small.
110. A freshly recruited clown, in zeal, said,
"And I will never frown!" And he was doomed to live thus; a smile
plastered forever to his face.
111. Choices she made. Smiles she wore. But obligations grew fast and thick on her. Like fungus.
112. Judiciously, in his workshop, he plated
things gold. Severed arms, sawed bones, placentas. He liked his trophies
shiny. The gory goldsmith.
113. Fur and high-life could not keep her warm.
Gold fireplace oozed cold too. She cast furtive glances at the street
below. At merry people.
115. He wore the head of a lion, the tail of a
fox, the wings of a crow, the legs of a dog. "I will lead now," he said.
So awed, they followed.
116. Unmindful, she played with the buttons on her breast. Trying, perhaps, to place a finger on an unknown fear. "You popped a button," he said.
117. Many sweet nothings/ trapped in a bottle/ uncorked, sighed/ rushed out the thoughts again.
118. He wanted her sweet love and he wanted it
his way. He had heard people say love is in the heart. So he cut hers
out and rolled it in sugar.
