poetry in notion

Gentlemen prefer blandishments

kinkminos — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 04:50:29 +0000

her spangly new tights
couldn’t ferret away
certain unpleasant traits

i won’t say which

gentlemen such as i
post-colonially proper in
our studied expression of values victorian
do not stoop to wanton expositions
of the embarrassing faults
of members of the fairer sex

no matter how dark they be
or how niggardly
or how asinine

minos – jan 2012

Is that all?

kinkminos — Mon, 23 May 2011 04:43:59 +0000

if you and i were left marooned
on a sunny desert isle
with nothing between us but
frail modesty and fear of fragile commitment
i would cast you in
the hackneyed role of sultry femme fatale
in the yet to be written play which has
haunted my sleepless nights
for longer than i can remember

minos – may 2011

Like a gambler’s lucky streak

kinkminos — Thu, 05 May 2011 05:40:27 +0000

i want to dance with you
in the moonlight
cheek to cheek
on an empty beach
at low tide
the gentle ripple of the briny surf
in counterpoint
to a choir of angels
serenading us in heavily-accented french

minos – april 2011

Rents Were So High

kinkminos — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 05:37:56 +0000

the blindness was not new
the smile was old too
the times were modern
but only in a beavis and butthead kind of way
snorted expletives were the order of the day
seeing became a curse
peeing was worse
three sheets to the wind all the time
trying to forget about those ninnies holed up
in sunny tuscaloosa
morals loose
morale was looser
a couple of insane losers from tando allah yar
parked by the side of a four-way street
afraid to proceed along the path
of leased resistance

minos – july 2010

under the rose

kinkminos — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 14:31:16 +0000

i’m marking time with inglorious ing-like suffixes
while a tension, of sorts, pervades an atmosphere
perverted by subversive acts of the nose-picker,
absentmindedly picking roses
for her one true lover – the one too busy
speed-reading blood’s a rover from cover to cover

she does know, though, that he’s allergic;
but she’s not to be sneezed at, according to
sheeda’s somewhat twisted logic

minos – july 2010

The Wanton Displacement of Intent

kinkminos — Thu, 28 May 2009 14:36:03 +0000

banning the bums was a novel idea,
at the time. bombs were going off
with monotonous regularity, portraits
were being painted, in luscious hues,
in loving memory of dearly departed saviours,
off to fight new wars on the shores of tripoli
and other, lovelier places. cataracts had formed
around our collective viewpoint, so the images
seemed prettier then, more alluring, dreamlike
in their innocence. our own innocence was lost
long ago. it just took us a while to realise.
and then we cried our blurry eyes out,
but to no avail. our own war was over,
we had not won, the battlefield reeked
of calumny, and pious arbiters of secular taste
chanted impotent prayers in a language
not heard since prophets roamed the earth
in search of impressionable fodder.

minos – may 2009

untitted poyum #83

kinkminos — Tue, 05 May 2009 08:53:43 +0000

i met with an accident
somewhere between 4 am
and six last night.
i was trying to exit my dream
and she barged in,
running into me in the
revolving door which separates
fiction from reality. boy,
was she a stunner! at first
i coudn’t believe my luck,
as we danced around in
equicircular bendy motion,
but soon came to realise that
dreams can’t really be shared
without compromising the
fragile integrity of the chimera

minos – april 2009

cadet bilawal at boot camp

kinkminos — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 06:41:19 +0000

some mournings were better than others
to get out of bed for
and some mornings
you couldn’t find a fella willing to wave
at fighter jets flying in formation

minos – feb 2009

a dog named wu

kinkminos — Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:53:32 +0000

then what was perpendicular to the ground
underwent underground transfo
mation into sound principles
understood without foundation out f bounds
interspingling into utterly insipid and
fictitiously coerced out of ever imagining
we could be anything other than my uncle joe
and your auntie-ji

minos – december 2008

untitted poyum #159

kinkminos — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 05:48:42 +0000

serpentine along the wooded path
a groove laid down in time to you
and your inter-cendiary altercations
with ahmetergun and the man from la mancha
and his own man eeyore. legendary
altercations spun into ever
twining tailgating of threadbare impulses
frayed at the centres but not at the seam
and i a dull and muddle-headed curse upon
all and no one in particular
to look on it later in retrovian vanity
you might be excused your bad taste
but not your deplorable vulnerability to charm

me, noss! – nov 2008