baise moi

the cape’s been stitched

to fit your size

cans of spinach

dumped in your cherry-topped van

mushrooms, in dozens

tucked in the pocket of your weathered overcoat

why, we dare you save her world!

the cottage

to the left

a sofa

scarred of whiskey and cigars

and copious moments

rather concealed

to the right,

the exquisite scream

adorning the wall

else bare

mostly

behind,

a chimney

smoking

of chicken breasts

crackling on the stove

ahead,

an unlatched wooden door

greeting the long winding road

to nowhere

alice's curious labyrinth

she got 

white rabbits to shoot

butterfly breads to toast

caterpillars to grate

mock turtles to roast

yet get up in time 
to work in the majestic palace
of the royal queen of hearts

the temptress

"how many seconds
does your moment comprise?", asked 
the woman, contemplating

"depends", said 
the man
"on how many 
you are willing to compromise"

the last resort

only a spectacular fall

can elevate you

from the plaguing mediocrity

my blueberry nights

well-wrapped passengers

snuggling in my bogie

chugging past hogsmeade

make me wonder

if they've strolled

holding hands

on the notorious

streets of new delhi

maybe, i say

maybe

ED tv

tuck the pillow

between your legs

when you sleep tonight

unless

you wish the world

to read your mind

#

the silence of your breath intimidates me

the watchmen

“won’t you save my soul?”

pleaded a woman

abandoned on a desolate street

and they turned up in numbers

“save mine too”

wailed another
this time from the crowd

and they stared at her

“it was a weekend well spent”

boasted the men

retiring to bed

the vacation

walk with me into the wild

and i will walk out alone

i promise i will

wagging tongues

he tore through the woods

sniffing like a hound

hiding so long, he murmured

setting her on fire