Electric Barbie

i am
pieces of flesh
laid over
live
electric wires

its not
a bleeing
its not
a peeling

its white
pain
silver

sound of
the squeak of
a chalk
on a
starless nyt

the
wires go
live

each time

I have
The audacity
To stand up
To Nature

each time

I forgive
Without
The shield
Of revenge

each time

I lay my
Body open
To insults
Without
The armour
Of self justification

each time

I hold at bay
sexual impressions
by denying
my gender

the punishment
is delivered

white lines
of unforgiving
electric

helpless
feebly
inhale
the cooling balm
Of my breath
over the shivering
Cubes of
My flesh


healing

before
The next
Electric
Storm.

Bride
A
Wedding dress
Of naked
Wires
Waiting
For the
groom
To undress
Her.
One Day.

Drop dead gorgeous

The drop in the ocean
Can sense the ocean around it
But cant merge into it
It does not know how
The skin around it
Though fragile and transparent
To look at
Is unbreachable and unbreakable
The skin that the drop grew
Around it for protection
Became its prison

The drop tries to melt
The skin
Sometimes by crying
Hoping that the overflowing waters
Would mix with the salt of the ocean
It tries to beat itself
Against the rocks
Only to be pushed back

Late at nights
As it stars at the night sky
A huge sense of depression
Overcomes it
Is its fate
The unending cycle
Of being sucked
Into a fiery hot death
By the sun
Then disoriented
In the hazy moist grey
Of monstrous clouds
Lashed by streaks of lightning
And threatened by
Deafening thunder
Then humiliated again
By falling back to the ocean
As a drop

Some Masters say
Just believe you are the ocean
Others say
There is not technique
To open the door
The door simply does not exist
But no avail
The drop tries to believe
The drop tries to walk thru the door
Only to wake up as a drop
Or slam against the door


Then some masters say
You don’t have to
merge into the ocean
The ocean will merge
Into you !
So what does the drop do?
Each passing day
Its nights are tormented
With the ache of wanting
To merge with the ocean
Yet each morning it is
Fighting anhillation by the
Blazing sun.

How does the drop know
When will the ocean merge into it?
How does the drop know
What the ocean is thinking?
How does the drop know
What does it take
For the ocean to merge into it?
It can feel the ocean
Pulsing against its skin
Reverberating across
Its viscera
It can sense
That its breathing
Is in tandem
With the heave of the
Ocean

How can something
So close

Be so elusive?