inventory
INVENTORY
by Ashok Niyogi
watch with leather strap
accumulated sweat
forlorn wireless mouse
color prints of assorted gods
that glow in the dark
incense ash on internet modem
and landline phone
dried sandalwood paste
on genuine silver platter
pretentious books in darkness
above reading neon
imitation colonial education
second grade provincial
bright blue stenographer’s chair
silver bead necklace
I am ashamed to wear
pearl amulet hidden in drawer
with ball-point pens without ink
stink of a rotting pigeon
stuck in window air-conditioning
I mop up
dust from my unfortunate laptop
Ohiyo gozaimasu! MMMM. i luv this [‘Inventory’of] imagery…enough to make a ‘Yellow Submarine II’—and George Bush plays the head ‘Blue Meanie’. hehe! Just kiddin’. i got to say that pic scared the crap out of me…’The Grudge’ made me poop fudge!
The poem: “Color prints of assorted gods”…yes! Give me more Inu Yasha double-vortex soul-bleeder strikes to the poetic celebral cortex with the ‘here/there/’ bobbin’ weavin’ SBP spontaneous bebop prosody jizzum ogling the jejunum [last phrase stolen from Halifax] spewed like a Mt. St. Helens being made love to by 100 Park Rangers with goat-tees and spandex speedo whitee tightees bumbling into ballet of wheel-chair dancers’ silent bru-ha-ha…hush little baby, hush, shshsh…
Also liked that end of line word rhyming with next beginning of line word…yaa! i saw that! Even though i cringed a bit when you used the word ‘forlorn’ (which i don’t know why, i just hate that word (itself))i luved poem. Please descend from Mt. Fuji, take a Kodak moment, and send us more!
Until then, i will wait like the exiled emperor by the kingdom by the sea…