MY LIFE AS SOUR MILK

What else do you want?

Another Moon Tiger?

Or just a bottle of sour milk?

Is it because of the neighbor`s wife?

What if I started reading Kant?

Would you then put out your wretched lighter?

It`s not because I`m wearing silk

That you`ll so much harass my poor life.

LIFE WITHOUT STRESS

Be steady

Don`t be heady

Don`t get pressed

Don`t be stressed.

SECONDS FOR THE WHORE

1

It was seven minutes

Just seven, not more

So why do you make it biscuits?

Contrary to what you think, I`m not a whore.

THE PINK LADY FROM NOWHERE

(A thought for the girl draped all over in the blushing colour)

Oh, you pretty pink lady!

You wear colours that dazzle

They`re uniform but disparate

They adorn you from top to bottom

Piece by piece, they tell a story

Where did it all begin?

And where will it end?

What if all our bees start feeling dizzy

Because the nectar in their beaks is a drizzle?

What if the pope`s sauntering butterflies charge a rate?

What then shall you do with the pink Tomtom?

Is all this flourishing pinkness in you not just a mystery?

Or what is the layman to think is its origin?

So, in the end, shall you bend or mend?

A GULF TOO WIDE FOR US

Good morning!

A good one, really?

That`s if the morning is good

What with the miserable weather

And chaplains who don`t pay their debts at all?

Yet, you think I should be full of thanks?

The real day is coming

Aren`t you simply crazy?

Tomorrow, even you will lack food

They will auction all your leather

And make you tither before the great fall

At such times, how shall you close the ranks?

BREASTS IN THE WRONG PLACE

Its not here

If it was, Id know

So, don’t stoop so low

Just because the breasts are bare.

THE WAY TO FREEDOM

Freedom is the way

For those at bay

So if narrow is the way

Then for Gods sake, lets make hay.