I Remember Love

The heady rush
Of lip to lip

That churned my gut
With borrowed bliss

Oh, yes, mad love
The hit, the miss

As you threw up
I craved a kiss

Remember touch?
So sticky sweet

The smell of lust
And dirty sheets

Those instant blues
A bitter flood

Left feeling used
With red hot blood

The universe
That chewed and chewed

And spat us out
With love to spare

As though you’d tasted
Salty doubt

No appetite
To feel, to care

And in the end
So sad, so sore

No room for lovers
Anymore

The bored minuter’s waltz

I am not the enemy
I write down what you say
If you prefer machines to me
Then that is quite okay

Just buy yourself a Dictaphone
Rely on cold hard fact
To show you up for what you are
A self-important prat

If you despise the notes I take
Then you are more than welcome
To opt for less diplomacy
And hear the drivel spoken

I shall not be offended –
Switch to electronic means
Your meeting’s open-ended
So just lock up when you leave

Xenophobia

This was written in response to a particularly senseless and unprovoked race-related murder last week. Some details of the crime are available from the BBC here.

Not from ’round here, are you love?
Just got off the boat?
Wotcher lookin’ for – a shove?
Mind yer manners; throat…

Threatened by the local view
That one is all too strange
We keep our heads down, all too few
To meet the challenge named

If we in truth had settled here
Invasion on our mind
No gentle native could but fear
The mercy of my kind

But as I’m only here to live
As parents, siblings, blood and bone
I turn my cheek, try to forgive
What Tiffin-tales I heard at home

The promised land of Empires past
Has proven a mirage
My castles in the air are fast
Dissolving with the Raj