Wednesday, 27 April 2011

The sun and the countess of youth


I am Heisenberg’s uncertainty
I have the age of sun
They number me 68
Everyday I drink to my cruel health
The red of the colored hours eat my green
I wear 18 years
I borrow the blue sky
My entourage makes lesbian love
I crown the fading light
Thee say me “countess of youth”
We walk these lively roads tonight
They have no sorrow; they grin concrete
We met at the shadow of street lamp
You wrap colored skins tapered at blue Jimmy Choo
You cling in Dockers; Tee read Hilfiger at chest
Bamboozled we guzzle the booze
You like pearl of Janis Joplin
Would be ageless Grace Slick
Sing “Piece of My Heart” baby
You smoke banana cigar; grind smoke in aging yellow teeth
You flavor cosmic entrapment
The big bang is all over you
We mock at spoof
We talk scoop of big splash in Vogue
He beefs history; she snuggle contemporaries
Alas! She blooms the Tunisian spring
His sanity for Nobel tweaked him for Pulitzer
He drowns in broad sheet and short sheet
We at table for two; narrow love sneaks through
Blinding in her bodily sphere
Unfolding in her dazing allure
I stare her green youth
His straw hair; His beefy glasses
His polished tongue; his mad dash converse
Oh! Oldie is a speed freak jive
He wants to wear Rolling stones plastic boots
Her rainbow hair stems from Avril’s wardrobe
He sees me as the first man on moon
His eyes go deep in my young skin
I have a half burn moon before me
He exhales a living air
I am infatuated in his aroma
This sorceress night
Have scented the woman in me
I say” walk me to your house of love
Fade the lights on me; Promise me a feast
Drug the madness in me”
It’s a moment of inner freedom for us
Around us—no teachers, no friends
In the light of a candle stranded at roof
We practice love in dim moon
In procession of self righteousness
I play the shamanism of rock music
The night tears in the labyrinth of social fatigue
The night has killed the beast in each
Here the sun rises on us; it speaks just love
The sun savaged the gluttony of skin-feed
The sun makes us as clam as moon

(ENDS)