Why mere madness?

People often ask why is this blog called Mere Madness. Here is why: It's a part of one of my first self-descriptive poems I had ever written. Here is the original:


Furbishing falsehoods and facades
the veil is now the iron curtain
What lies beneath?
A mere madness...

still chewing on this poem...but I like it

Don’t come here today
The crooked pathway may give you a sprain
Leeches play with the mud
They might cling to your eager feet

Don’t come here today
The rusty latch shies from touch
Weeds dance a lonely waltz
They might call insects to trouble you

Don’t come here today
The cobwebs still shiver in the dark
White sheets still cover the dead wood memories
Soft rays still stream from unplugged holes

Don’t come here today
I haven’t cleaned the forgotten past


August 6, 2006

observe n write

Bus stop bits


At the bus stop she stands
with diamonds in her hair
the round result of rain spray

I can see her untrained kohl
smudge her hassled eyes
unruly like a badly behaved child

She shivers, as her
neighbour's umbrella stains
her sleeve in a slow, dark drip

Her mud splattered feet
tap an impatient beat
waiting for a bus...at the bus stop




Sometime in July 2006