iznogoud

"'DYED RACIST' Purple haze. Envious green. Yellow print. Bile between. Pink Floyd. Widow's white. Black sheep. Technicolour night. Blue pills. Orange talk. Red fizz. Material walk. The racist bears a d..."

"'LYCANTHROPE' Dark moonlight. Silent beds. A ravenous wolf. Feast of flesh. Fresh dripping crimson. Padded paws. Night vision. Muffled growls. Dripping dribble. Plastered breath. Makes ..."

"'SHOWERS IN THE SUNSHINE' Windows open. Dark cumulus hovering above. A crack of light. A sonic boom. A sudden gush. A resurgent spray. Drops asunder. Distant thunder. The month of June. Back t..."

"'THE COPYWRITER' Sometimes my words float like butterflies. A beacon light to the moths. But the moths are not morons. Nor am I in conjugal bliss with them. I travel, nevertheless. The grain ..."

"'GUESTS' They've arrived again. From a place I've never visited. Unwanted. But loved. They'll steal a piece of my room. Invade my private space. They'll be pampered. Delicious treats. Clean b..."

"'DIVORCE' Years of togetherness. After months of planning. After days as one. Then one cruel hour, for a lifetime of scars. Written July 7th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 02:18 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1"

"‘ME’ I write. Words that fill my plate. Words to change someone’s fate. I write. Stifling creativity. Fuelling consumerism. I write. For others, in public. For my soul, in private. I wri..."

"‘METASTASIS’ I hated the person I loved. She used me. Feeding on my soft tissues. Malignant, while I was benign. A tumour embedded in my heart. She lapped up whatever I gave. Spreading under ..."

"'A DAY' I rise. To the smell of yesterday's ash. I walk. Towards a still unlit one. I breathe. The clouds in the morning sky. I live. The day, stub by stub. I retire. Another fag strewn...."

"DOES ONE LINE DESERVE A TITLE? Hell, it's Heaven. - Iznogoud Written May 4th, 2000 © on Nov 06 2001 01:32 PM PST   10 • 0"

"If I could be you, what would I see myself as? A lover. A loner. A loser. Perhaps. If I could be you, what would I be to you? A pillar. A mirror. A shadow. Maybe. If I could be you, wha..."

"I'm a peeping tom. Today I caught a flash of flesh. From under the space between the sleeve and arm. Then her eyes locked mine, all-knowing, but not-so-inviting. Yesterday I traced a nipple thro..."

"I have a twin. He's inside me. Sharing my quarters. In those dark grey recesses. I think. He speaks. I cry. He laughs. I'm bounded. He flies. I wake. He dreams. Sometimes I'm he, he's me. Bu..."