Alone at Home

Being lonely at home

 

Alone at home

Whenever alone

Repertoire begins;

Anecdotes ......

Fabulist onrush

Of ambivalent

Graphics of death

Of life invincible

Scary bulbous misshapen!

Death invokes into the

Fluidity of my veins

Life so menacing so acute

To the vibrant faculty of

Death......

The dead partakes my zest

So emphatic corpulance

Of the felicity of death

Calls on,

I cannot avoid him

The walls all white with

Contour nuance of life,

muted by the straddles

Of the other side of life.

I feel concupiscence at the

Spare and supple touch of

Death!

My sagging present tense

Live astride of

Both the coasts of horizon

My friends and loved ones

Long dead

Make a cacophany of ochre

I watch the revelations

Aesthetic works on them

The time alone at my nest

Raptures life

I still feel so scared of life

The call of death

Sumptuous and painterly

So tranquil an invitation

I fear I must leave this attire,

This musk of life

Long dead as I am......

When I live alone

The death calls me back

Alone I am not with the "he"

Magnificent phallus

Pulls me into a sea of

orgasm

Frenzied as I am

With the tableaux of

morbidity

Alone I dive into the amplitude

Of death.

I live into past

I live into future

I leave off my presence

When I am alone

Alone at my home.....