Bastard Fancies

A little dose of Neonatal Hysteria,
Filled my Rabid Nose,
I was born a tenscore year back,
But Now from the Depths I rose..

He'd fill my mirror,my furtive shadow,
She'd shake her pretty little head,
They wanted me,coveted me,
My stomach felt like lead..

Each morning,from the Hall of mirrors,
I'd tear myself away,
I'd lose them in the rearview piece,
They'd catch up at the parting of the ways..

And now I know I'd a battle lost,
Before the battle was won,
I'd Stuck my head into the sand,
Now I emerge to kiss the sun..

Night-ride on a Moribund Subway

Bits of betel,

Bloodstains on Metal..

Shredded Glory of the past ahead..

The foothold sags,

The vestibule flags..

With rips from no knives thin..

She shudders to a halt,

Like an orgasm at fault,

With likewise screech and moan..

The orange-red bulb flickers,

Lights a crescent halo,

Drives me to Paranoid park..

The shady bowers of the City's

Underbelly,tunneled,lit up for show..

With sumptuous feed

Of those In need..

Chinks in her armour,rusted and brown,

And a whiff of colonial hangover..

She puts off the light,

And sleeps for the night..

To groan next morning again..