going to try counting poems,
thoughts, things....

one....singular...seperate
     alone......
but are we really
.......in my head....there are
so many other voices...alive
and dead....providing...insight
.....opinion......pathways....
derisi­on....
they are all up there in the penut gallery...generations
back......family friends...people i read about in a book...peoples....whose book i read....oprah and the self help gang.....that dude on utube...and the talking cat.....
all in there...waiting with baited breath...all with two cents or more..sometime a whole dollar, even if it is a day late...
my own personal cheersquad,muppet show
critics, have a go,quit while your ahead, be a hero, your nothing but a zero, live life till your dead, don't run with scissors, take a break,c'mon get happy
all this and more...rolling
round my head...like abag of loose marbles....
so not.... one....singular...seperate
           alone.....

more ..... many ..... lots
               legion

             vying for
15minutes on the throne

Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here,  resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to  take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.

God, I miss you
  I miss you!
(You miss me more)
but I highly doubt it
Does it ache in your chest
when you think of how warm
my breath is on your lips?
Do your knees tremble and buckle
beneath you after imagining our last kiss?
Do you find yourself squirming
giddily in your seat when you
recall something sweet I said
to you when we were in bed?
Does your skin crawl with
anticipation for our next encounter?
Do your fingers fidget when
the urge to divulge emotion is so
strong you want to punch things?
Do you fight yourself daily to just
keep yourself at bay in fear
of smothering me? Something tells
me by your delay in replies
and your nonchalant guise
that you don’t miss me more
than I miss you.

we are on strike
today...
in a passive sort of way
we got to classes
but don't teach
the students come to classes
but don't learn....
some lectures have become
filmhalls
here in theatre....we are offering donuts and  a big
bang marathon....
all to show a goverment
that placing a new pricing
scheme on higher education
is counterproductive....
but they are not interested
in our voice....we are but
cogs ...... they the machine.

best job
to perch
and sing

but even a would be
poet
needs to eat