a micropoem

the sky 
surprises me each day 
with a gift – 
today, it's a poem

Erasure Poem made from 'Lady Lazarus'

Made from Kamala Das' 'The Looking Glass'

 Made from Kamala Das' 'The Looking Glass'

Black Out poem: traitor

My first Black Out poem. Thanks to Shloka for introducing me to the form. :)

From: A Tale of Two Cities

I'm No Toy for Meat-Eating Men

You are ashamed to
See my limbs?
Those long trunks
Chiseled to
Sinful perfection
Caressed stealthily
On trysts and nights
But sin in daylight.
"Clothe! Cover!"

Cover up your eyes,
those meat-eaters
Pluck them out
You vegetarian men!
Gnarling at my body
No land of your's
Like dogs
Over a piece of meat.
Eyes,
Meat-eating
vegetarian dogs
Are you also ashamed
Your voyeuristic words don't sting
My womanish honeyed ears?
Or is it the
Looming failure
I see in your eyes?
Or is it rage
Of the soon to-be-carcass?
You taught me shame
And it burns
My heart to
Kick you in your face
with the butt of
A revolver licking blood.
And tell your
Meat-eating eyes
"Don't teach me shame
I am never ashamed."

Monkey in a Blue Hat

Vultures vilify,
hissing venom
prying on monkeys and fur.

Tongues wag, tails wag
they go on 
and on, until
they could.
Tongues and tails,
tails and tongues
on and on.

A monkey in a blue hat.
Oh! that's bad
that's bad
monkey's don't wear hats
and no, not blue!

so vultures cry
tongues do pry
and so,
and just so
the monkey in a blue hat
shuns the hat

and thinks 
that gratifies vultures.