Author Archives: montecyril

Did I switch off the lights  to feel the cold of the hemispheres  wrap around the latitudes of my love  to keep it invisibly enlightened?  There requires too much imagination in being enigmatic  to an adversary who wants you to oblige his greed  that becomes treachery, when you don’t  So, I wound around the trappist’s door   holding on precariously to the event horizon  that would keepContinue reading “Did I switch off my lights to stay enlightened?: A poem “

I realised that my tears  were storms at your door  so, I stopped crying  a long time ago!  You think these knife-pickled moments,  these blood-inked years  these nerve-wracking decades,  this energy-squandering eternity  was just the universe’s pensive yawns?  I was just subject to a fealty  where the enemy became master  And I swore and unswore my true love  to the convenience of the circumstance   I knowContinue reading “Did we not endeavour to browbeat?: A poem “

(I think it is you who ought to be vilified you pot of shit! And if there was any ethical decorum in you Laborers, you would drown yourself in the sea for all the crimes and treachery you committed against me!) Hey, you utterly gross Chris Minns!  Did you hear your hypocrisy above the dins? Continue reading “Hey, you utterly gross Chris Minns!: A poem “

Hey, fishy Albanese! Did you dare to call on hell?  Or any other, for you, forbidden paradise, that made your gills swell?  You aren’t even a mermaid; you are a pretentious hybridding whore!  All your evil will only determine your drainage-sewerage score!  Just begone from hijacked lands; you have no iota of shame in your glands!  You have been spreading your legs to too many disinterested husbands  DoContinue reading “Hey Albanese, you need a very deep sleep!: A poem “

Would I keep relentlessly climbing up and down  this Tree of Fate even if my agility was out of date  Mum and Dad to relive my gait; I wouldn’t disengage  thinking my age couldn’t carve out this ensemblage  I try to be nimble through the limbo; like a jumbo  repressed in a jail cell, crossing out each day  on walls, that evenContinue reading “I want what I want, without that villain!: A poem “

Jashmina, do you hear my alarm bells, or would you  prefer the music of hypocrisy? Has the prolonged winter   stolen my harvest of convictions and summer burnt my   reliquaries of belief?  Am I to make a botany of what’s left  after all the treachery against me? And should I display   them as relics of my travails in the antiquatedContinue reading “Jashmina, do you hear my alarm bells; or do you prefer the music of hypocrisy?: A poem “