Conference with Ghosts
Yesterday I was insane and
Connected to the Ether
Holding conferences with ghosts
And astral Gods
Talking non-stop but without a microphone
Performing a question and answer session
For an unseen audience
In a room in a block of flats
Yesterday I was high
Manically walking from home to palace
Laughing hysterically at an unheard joke
Never eating just moving
Talking to the spirits as I walked
Yesterday I was happy
Today I am numb
and worrying the carcass of an old song
GHOSTS IN THE NIGHT
There they go .. Spectres in the night sky!
Shimmering and shining amidst the pristine stars,
Leering and leaping lights in the nocturnal ether
Peering at these we fancy that these ghastly residues
Are either figments of our imagination or UFO’s
Somehow really up there
What else can explain those eery entities?
In the mind’s eye or really in the dark night firmament
I don’t believe in any ghosts myself,
But sometimes I discern strange visions up there.
And cannot imagine what on Earth they might be
But that just not it; they are not here in Earth,
But in an aethereal, empyrean, ecstatic realm,
A panoply of weird luminescent superlunaries.
What would have convinced me that they
Were indeed ghosts, would be if they spoke or uttered sound—
But, no! Dim, dumb and drearily quiet they just seem.
But they are not seemly –merely spectral sparks or somesuch.
And at night they are distinguished from stars –
Because, amazingly, they whizz about like
Effervescent physical presences in a patchwork quilt of astral bodies.
The eerie science of the night skies shows me,
There is far more in the heavens than can be
Seen at first glance – and yet I.m not even
Looking through a telescope at the time,
But just seeing things –Are they not there then?
Yes, I’m dreaming it all
There really are no ghosts in the sky’
On earth, or underneath it.
Daring Discourse of Odysseus
Let your thousand tongues lollop, roar,
Rumble, hiss, and frighten us to death, Death:
Let the stars, brittle as glass,
Crack, crash and crush into pieces
Falling like dark dousing, dying fireworks:
Let the storms, hurricanes, tempests, tornadoes,
Typhoons, Cyclones, and whirlwinds rise and arise
The waves of mountains of oceans of waters:
Let the angles of the earth tremble and tilt.
Let the demons of hell, land on the seven seas,
Dance wicked, wearing the sculls in the festoons,
Swinging swords, flashing cutlasses all around
Quaking and shaking the roots of the earth and the layers of heaven:
Let the Satan throw all his burning thunderbolts
And fell the fulcrum of the universe, far, near and beyond
Unhinging the gates of heaven, the very seat of Jupiter
And let the darkness light the darkening shooting stars:
Comrades, friends, brave sailors don’t drown your hearts.
We are the riders on the back of devil, drunk and dead insane.
Keep your eyes nailed on the realms of gold and diamonds
Soon the spectres will die down, spent force, winded and panting:
One who dares, wins; we dare,
We win the un-winnable war.
Every long darkened night dissolves
Into the thousand brilliant suns,
Sailors, soldiers, noble men beware!
If we give up now and like the wet dogs
Putting our tails in between our hind legs,
Crawl back sneakily to our cities;
We are dead and more than just dead:
Our cowardice will spread,
Down the centuries, the evil will proliferate
And the long wakes and waitings
Of Penelopes of all around the world will prostitute.
They will breed bastards and barren culture!
Sailors, soldiers, friends never fear the vultures
Of death, those who are born destined to die.
It is borne with us, so fight on, face the music!
Halloween night and horror
Thickened, sickened the bleak nights,
With children and adults
Wandering with masks and costumes
That would stand hair at the end
Of the Satan’s tail and devils beard
The cinemas and home televisions,
Internets, DVDs 3Ds and others
Had a festival of bloodbath
With endless movies of Halloween
Dracula, Vampires and Body Snatcher themes
My mind started working up night and day
Horror images in my sleep and daytime dozing
In a frozen fear struggle I woke up
To find my dog turned into a Dracula
Got me by my throat with its fangs
Deep down in the back of my neck
Lapsing up my jets of blood
With a mountain of struggle I threw away
The wretched animal that dashed against the wall
But then I woke up from that nightmare
And I found that I threw away my toy
Teddy bear that I held for the comfort
Against my chest and realised that
I never had a dog, all in my life!
The Mysterious Faceless Voice
When they woke up
They saw each other
One said,” I’m a stranger in Paradise”
The other one said, “I’m a danger in the Paradise.”
And then they heard
A domineering voice
You’re man and wife
Who is man and who is wife?
And the voice said
You will soon find it
Adam! When I put you to sleep
I made a delicate surgery on you
I took a rib bone out from you
And made Eve out of it for you
They still were confused who was Adam
And who was Eve?
They looked at each other
And checked each other’s rib
They were all right
They asked a passing creeping
Elongated animal if he knew the fact
He just hissed and said eat that fruit
And you’ll know the truth
Once more they looked at each other
One said to the other you’ve got that
Bone hanging there down under
So I’m the one who is Adam whose
Bone is missing down under
Ever since that strange voice
Did not make it clear whose bone was
Missing, the world has been in confusion
And they always doubt that mysterious faceless voice
House of Wax
In 1953 I was just a naiveté boy who
Grew up on a steady diet of the American comics,
Like Captain America and Marvels, Terrors,
Adventure stories and detective pulps,
Horror magazines and American Serials
Like Jerry Lewis in the film “Artists and Models”
I would wake up in the night and would hold my brother’s
Arms or neck and yell, “Stop thief, stop thief!”
Poor my brother would cry and say “No I’m your brother!”
Then they announced the horror film at the Eros
“House of Wax” and challenged that if you do not
Come out of the Theatre sweating
We’ll give you your money back.
We young ones took the challenge and lost
We came out dripping wet in our pants.
Days after seeing that film I saw myself helpless in the sleeps
Feeling that I was being in the cast-mould and a wicked man
Was pouring hot melted wax around me and rolling with laughter
And later in the horror museum I was looking at the visitors
But they did not understand that I was alive but couldn’t talk!