rhetoric

to give the devil his due
yes, the moron did argue
and with voice, affected, cool
asked if he was a fool

ram cobain

agony

the toughest of things ever to be
is asking you out for coffee.

ram cobain

alcatraz

the fool thought he broke the fetters

as he made a pyre of her letters
but life gloats that he's not free
for how do you burn a memory?

ram cobain

(Pic courtesy vchal and Istockphoto.com)

violent revolution

surprisingly, after tea
the brain yells “yippee!”
the stomach rumbles loud
says, son, I’ll do you proud
hear today as I foretell
a tale of heaven in hell
gone is the dreary drought
long, tiring, hard fought
today after the slaughter
you’ll need extra water
today after the dirty deed
all prisoners shall be freed
today in one explosive display
you’ll celebrate independence day
today after the bloodless coup
you’ll never want to poop
today after the pitiless plunder
you’ll be weary in wonder
so pre-grab the toilet paper
lest you lose it in the vapour
now run, take the digi-cam
to record the breaking of the dam
hark, quick, clutch the rear
see, the undie trembles in fear
go with authority and aplomb
go brave, go drop the bomb.

ram cobain

mom’s the word

mother, what would you say
if you read my blog today
would you scream out aloud
and gather a small crowd
would your hands, so used to clap
raise towards me in a slap
would you pull out your hair
especially as mine isn’t there
would you in horrified dismay
sit down before our god and pray
would you gasp and wonder
was it education or was it a blunder
would these scribbles of mine
bring to mouth all that you dined
would those diamond tears fall
at the sight of my cheap scrawls
would you, desperate, call out for dad
and would he similarly, feel as bad
would my rhymes not make you laugh
but choke and cut your voice in half
would you mourn what I’ve done
or say, that poet, he’s my son.

ram cobain

abracadabra

in the fender smashing bone
in the unanswered phone
in the blade that cuts slow
in the moment that must go
in the lonely public defeat
in the enemy smiling in greet
in the hero who must die
in the child who mustn’t cry
in the mother who must choose
in the father who must lose
in the friend who must fall
in the god who looks like a wall
in the needle finding vein
yes, there’s magic in pain.

ram cobain

torture

nothing more painful to endure
than an idiot who is insecure.

ram cobain

to sita

oh world, cruel place
seconds last for days
days pass like years
water tastes like tears
the sky, eternal blue
deftly hides all clue
the grass, soft, green
covers all it has seen
birds and beasts graze
like fine forgotten days
can nothing change
yet everything feel strange
they say I must be brave
lead, protect and save
so the body lives
fights and forgives
but this war inside
like the Ganges in tide
swirls cold and burns
like inquisitors taking turns
will I break, must I bend
before this hide-n-seek ends
these eyes grow old
the spirit less bold
sweet dearest, you’re late
ram passes away as he waits
oh where are you
what do I do?

ram

not again!

woe, dismay
It’s a bad hair day

ram cobain

appetizer

if words could bite
would you still write?

ram cobain

happiness

it’s a friend who never shows he cares
yet whose face in the mirror stares
a mother who scolds but whose lap brings
sleep and dreams with gossamer wings
a book that was written in another age
but which takes you there with every page
an ice-cream cone in hot summer sun
that only melts when the day is done
an innings from a champion past
played only for you from beginning to last
a kiss that makes you weak in the knees
and shows you where heaven must be
a guitar note that lunges and lingers
like the memory voice of your favourite singer
a god who comes good when you need
whose stone ears hear you when you plead
this is what happiness means to me
sweet like the world that newborns see.

ram cobain

first rain

wet kisses on cracked cheeks
like the first word an infant speaks
soothing, like a mother’s hand
you make me whole, make me land.

ram cobain

loneliness

the clock stares
in silent compare
like siamese twins
we’re alike, it grins
I’m you, you’re me
and two’s company.

ram cobain