who is there?
a bon viveur
a smiling killer..

who knows
(when we meet another..)?
an epicurean with a mad bone

stone and bereft
some celebrity chef
all in white

half a liver
a dribble of balsamic
and bloodied cleaver!

is he sick
am i sick
(just answer the effing door)

-i am hungry and naked
a shred of peacock wing
but unafraid..

ii

yes,purple, blue and greens..
if one lands on the roof
it for-tells death

a harbinger of doom
or just a man
from amazon...

iii

it is best not to over think
it happens-a knock upon the door-
shall i put my clothes on?

i get so comfortable..
burning spear!
perhaps they are gone

the morning is dancing
a cup of tea
the birds are singing..