To...responding to Junu and La Vie Boheme!!!

To nights of uncertainty
Of instant gain and no pain
To crushed coffee in my mind
And Nescafe in my usual cup
To reach out and unfurl
plucked picked cut torn curled

To riding in the wind
and treading rain
not touching it
not touching me
not touching grounds
To no grounds
no end in mind
To filtered tips
small tiny sips
nips pecks and buds

To a rough bare browned foot
placed perfectly on a
Too perfect cold Buddha feet
To badly made first films
To poems made unmade love
with the last man mannequin
who knows who cares to care
to dare to devour to simply stare

To this and that
To made up make ups fights
To the longest lasting pimple
To the dimple on your chin
To the simple sin of Chantille
To the grass under my nose
and the nose under my eyes
and all thats unpretty
and unfettered uncombed
ungroomed and undone

To wisdom, utter utter stupidity
To hard wins and softer than
a babies bottom- losses
To flossing nicotine and cheese
To triple tums and morning runs
which end and begin in bed
To you to me
To everybody we ever knew will know or never know
to everyone out there and in here
To back there where we left them
and how they never left us in turn

To turn take turns out of turn
Ever turning never still
To those still standing
To those who have been brought to their knees
through age through life's expectations ever running dry
through holding too still for too long
to the same slow disease called time
To time and when time's up and it's time to go
To simply go back home
To going home
To Ma and some Ba to Chotomama and Didabhai
and Habu up their and Bhai who's not too far
But never ever really sure how far away
To the family I was born in but will die without
someday

To phoney old laughing gangster grannies
To picking noses to bleeding roses
To Fanny and Alexander's Fanny
To every passing geese and all that dander
To nannies in the park with nowhere to park their wards
or their dreams or to even pick a covert flower without
their watchman lover looking on in lust

To lust,to a 34 bust straining to be 36...
To letting it rising to the crust but not letting it spill
Or flood or overflow to swim swim swim to the brim
To turqoise pools chlorine drenched in the rain
To faking interest to not listening
but taking it all in through my eyes nose mouth open
To the last shout to the Big Shout
To the small gains ,
To smaller losses the ones which stopped counting
to tree-walking and stopping to breathe underneath
To mulch carpets and rain tree shadows
To canopies which never cover and never hold still
Like life, to life, this last next all the lives
To listening to Marwa and Gaur geet
To second besting, never resting ever resting
To pause
To breathe
To smile
To end
To you
To me
To us
My friend...