Flavoursome you claim
It says so on the packing
So it must be true
PIROUETTE AND PARODY
What tawdry melodies
What over-frequented bars
What cliché-laden notes
What lustful desires
What spiteful tricks
What fearful denials
What we choose to call love
What a grotesque ballet
We turn it into
Too much pollution
In our air, in our water
In our politics
“There is the path of wisdom and the path of ignorance. They are far apart and lead to different ends … Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither like the blind led by the blind. What lies beyond life shines not to those who are childish, or careless, or deluded by wealth. ”
– Katha Upanishad,
UNRESOLVED AND ONGOING
Truth or dare but a party game; yet solo
who dare reveal these truths unshown
beyond these so private hallowed walls,
unshared with anyone beside oneself;
unknown in fact even here within
for truth to tell unquestioned, left unexplored.
Awareness – unspoken – wordless – unborn.
Old bedfellows Truth and Lies lie side by side,
sing “noli me tangere” in tango tempo, like
the Magdalene still endures the bad-rapping
despite the dissension, the fervid support.
Wife, best friend, reformed prostitute or what?
Let’s be honest now who really knows?
True truth unrattled by untruth’s pretension
the inner world has never been hyphenated.