Ode to blabbering

A board saying ‘Danger’ got lost

Anger bloomed insidiously inside me.


Beside me, a girl drifted away conspicuously

Besides me, she had to kill her monstrous talks.


Copiously, I filled the cup of laughter and allowed some laughs to spill on the table.

Consciously, I danced with naked feet in the colony of cobblers.


Diffused light made me blind from the right eye..dazed

Diluted world started looking deflated to me.


Engrossed in the hustle bustle of ladder-finding/climbing

Escapism excited the juvenile in me.


Finding and binding the dreams made no sense

Fiddling with the reality became futile and I fibbed flawlessly.


Gregariously, I started blabbering something related to mucus and it went on for hours

Graciously, I chopped someone’s tongue in order to show greed for his brand thoughts.


Horrendous it was, when I tried to be polite with them

Horny, I felt, when I read Anais Nin and that night she came in my dream.


Infantile nihilism in me, took its last breath & shrieked

Ingeniously, I made a chair of bones and broke it into pieces.


Jagged was my jaunt in the lonely times

Jaywalking with James made Brando jealous.


Kindergarten kids empathized me and offered me their cerelac

Ku Klux Klan wanted me to join them as an intern for four bananas per day.


‘Lumberjack’ was the designation and the place was Machu Pichhu

Liberated and flustered, I said “Yes” and they made me marry an 8 ft midget.


Memphis was the place where she got raised and resurrected

Masochistic, her face looked with high cheek bones and limpid eyes.


Necrophilia amused me so I sent her to dig potatoes and only the potatoes came back

Nostalgia blurred my left eye so I came back to the seaside.


Ophthalmologist warned me to not to watch porn in excess

Ostracized I felt and I went to hide in a bookshop.


Plato was discussing gambling with Dostoevsky

Proust, Bukowski & Miller were ogling girls in the New Arrival corner.


Quadrilateral shaped man asked me if I had read kafka & understood?

Quailed by the quaint question, I started quarreling in quandary.


Radiant smile from him shook my randomness

Rebuffed by his raunchy smile I ran out, reached the seashore where waves were getting wet.


Stumbling like a sacred cow mumbling like a tragic Brando

Silently, I swerved to a deserted ghetto, swearing & praising everyone in sight

Snickering gloriously, littering the ghetto with the pieces of my un-poetic impotent prose.


Tired kid tilted a tumble in front of me which had red water from the red sea

Tacitly he trimmed my hair, told me the travesties which he had seen.


Unsympathetic, as usual, I ignored him (unsympathetically pathetic)

Unadulterated, unaffected, understated, unashamedly I danced again.


Victory – I thought is old fashioned

Vagueness of vagrancy had a vaginal purity, I thought.


Waddling made my feet look like my palms

Waffling like a charlatan made me feel like god or dog and I saw my tongue dangling.


Xerox copies of me were wandering in vain and the place was infinity

Xoxo’s of mother resuscitated me; they were in the electronic waves.


Yearned for a yawn; yodeling was a waste; newspapers dripping of social crap -ignored

Yesterday was not today but today will be yesterday..constipated, I met


Zarathustra, told me how it was in the wilderness and people couldn’t dig his thoughts

Zoned out and caved in, I walked on the streets of solitude and slept on a sea of unknown shoulders.



– A (dot)

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