Either we knock
sense into our life..
or else it knocks
us senseless
instead.

Whatever meaning
that we find in it
is probably our own.
But either ways,
life doesn’t give
two pence.
And when it does,
it just as easily
takes them away.

So don’t get
too …

Whichever face
it lands upon,
it’s surely on
The One
of two heads..
Upon the body of
a double-headed
dragon
known as
Death.

They do say
that two heads
are better than one.
For, there are
twice as many
ways for you
to hit the bullseye
when you aim …

What does
The Devil bring
to the table?
Oh, I don’t know..
maybe the table!
For, without it,
where on earth
would he then serve..
the food he cooked
for us with all his
heart and soul?
Upon the floor?

The booze,
the harlots,
and the jesters,
are all …

You’re goddamn right..
I am an open book.
Just like The Ones
you maybe read
while curled up
cozy in your
little nook.

I am the metal hook
you chew on
when you bite
the author’s bait.
The One that keeps
you reading..
even if it makes you …

Now would you
look at that..
The Sun
came up from
The Duat, at last,
to take a sneaky
peek!
I would be pinching
my own cheeks..
if I was not The Man,
The Writer of this
cheeky dream.

The Devil won.
The temptress
is the tempted now.
Now who …

I laugh at myself
so hard..
that it should be
illegal
in most states.
Except the altered..
and the vulgar..
and the terminally
in-vain.

What you have seen
is only but the tip
of the entire iceberg.
I’m cold as chilling rain..
to some.
But then to others
I …

Is The Artist
or The Scientist
the celebrated one
among our tribe..
for all the boons
he brings..
the bearer of
our light.
The One
who brings to us
The Fire-making
sense.. out of sheer
nonsense and
absurdity of life.

Well, it depends
upon the sense
in which
thy question …

What do
we really mean
when we say..
the words that we
so often do..
The holy trinity.
“I love you.”

I am its subject.
You are its predicate.
There is a hygienic
hospitality of etiquette..
by which these words
are oh.. so.. often uttered..
and by which these
utterances …

What sort of
Turing tape
machine
must this
puncher
of holes
erect..
to crack
the great,
unsolvable
enigma puzzle..
of The Egg.

It takes a gentle,
steady loving hand..
to slowly peel away
its outer shell.
Without inflicting
damage
on its sensitive
insides.
Until it’s free
from its captivity …

Who is that being
that fills us with
wonder?
The One
that can’t
be thought of..
rather that
by which
we ponder.

Not the heat
that emanates
in all directions
from The Fire..
rather that
by which it burns.

Not the waves
that rage upon
The Ocean’s
surface …