Swift Day – Tideling 5

Fraternities flash twice
Opposites label the vice
Clear sky sleeps both ways

Habitation stays flat
Eyes measure the Sunset
Clear sky sleeps both ways

Explosive day roofs
Moon tickled by hoofs
Clear sky sleeps both ways

War doesn’t come alone
War leaves limited clouds

Clear sky sleeps both ways
Hit or save, do as he says

Days within nights


Discharge – Tideling 4

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Fascists in skin
Goat shitting dark bean
Discharge, a deceptive kind

Man of sin
Licking gaps so lean
Discharge, a deceptive kind

Bombs without fin
Swimming inside crowds clean
Discharge, a deceptive kind

Few more words ready to blast
Few more, never do

Discharge, a deceptive kind
What is digested, please rewind

World spits fresh

Fragile Table

Art © Miranda Meeks

Cumulative performances projecting age old fallacies
Frantic inebriations cleanse throat of tortures.

Social puns facilitated with bullet proofs of fun
Heads bounced into baskets with scorecards to roll

Perfect fangs grinning casual honesty through a feline
Million men await the whisper of a whisker

Strangulation of petals preceding its own equalities
Muscles of plucking unite more, hanging a baby finger

A suicidal agreement beneath twenty thousand leagues
Where shark tails narrate dead tales, pass by like a slap

Convergence recalling colors, gulping variant medicine pills
Perforated bellies profit more than freshly marketed ones

Abduction of faces, abortion of traces, only for war between pockets
Cries of a young blood, give him two pushes of ideology

Conversions of bleeding dawns to dry days narrate the forgottence by fire
By fire, all one sees is ash, by fire one is ash, fire is hideous

The famous treasure of man, way beyond the world of flesh
A chest with stacks of machine guns, placed on a fragile table.

Beggar Road – Tideling 2

Trickeries of fancies
Walls modelled by tendencies
Candid song of canine

Collateral dominant teeth
Sharpness hidden under sheath
Candid song of canine

Cookies of poverty
Bruised skin of liberty
Candid song of canine

Shadows come straying
Anonymity develops a keen nose

Candid song of canine
Seeking smell of saline

Beggary of roads

Hot Seat – Tideling 1

Consensual head sex
Collection of dead tax
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Payments for holes
Bullets digging the souls
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Assurances of sickle
Hands stained with pickle
Thumping chests, emptied breasts

Dhotis covering a gun
Petticoats hiding a pit

Thumping chests, emptied breasts
Frequent tests, unborn rests

The hot seat.

Bed Fission

Fantastic dialogues and actions
with some old habits
like putting on a blanket, sliding aside.

Oneness split into two
Mating unlike fission is always two.

The stickiness glued
till the observation of opposite faces
getting similar and relaxed
or a tight cuddle, with one face staring sway, half sure,
One watching, stopping at the rear of a cranium.

The body is but alone with/without a touch
Comparisons being heavier or lighter
Assurances help in drifting apart.

Life and love for a single mortality interfering the most in a relaxation

One turning towards the room
stares at the darkness, and what will be its remnant
The other staring at the man made pane
finding the perfect soul cannot be checked
from slipping back quietly into a ruin.