Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I see this one boy

I see this one boy

repeated on the streets of London.

He is everywhere; he carries a bag

slung across his shoulders, walks straight

and his eyes hold back almost everything.

He never wastes glances

and chooses the shortest route.

His trousers cling to his legs;

each leg a vertically drawn out ‘V’.

He pretends to wait patiently

in the queue; he always reads bestsellers.

I take a turn and he is there.

He is the god of the streets

because he seems to share

in the omnipresence of the divine.

Is there an abnormal rise

in the numbers of this boy here,

or is it something in my eyes?

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The Heartfelt Breakup Song

Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die
You flashed your cheeky smile, Mr.
While you made me cry
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die

When you let your words rest, Mr.
You killed me with your eye
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die

It was the perfume of another boy, Mr.
That you smelled on my tie
Yet you could have stuck around Mr.
You could have given this a try
Before you turned your back, Mr.
Using faith as alibi
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die

If summer's past and winter's come
Then my spring is sitting nigh
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die

What were those car rides, Mr.
In the middle of the night
What were those escapades, Mr.
To run out of this city's sight
What was that dark love, Mr.
Amidst all this glaring light
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die

You gave me the bitter truth, Mr.
When I'd asked for a sweet lie
Go die Mr. Prime Minister
Go die, go die