Raj Arumugam Poems
|1081.||You Can Get Hurt In A Bar||3/10/2012|
|1082.||You Haiku, Baby?||7/7/2009|
|1083.||You See It All As It Is||6/26/2009|
|1084.||You Sent Me Away||11/7/2008|
|1085.||You Talk Fast||11/7/2008|
|1086.||You Witness My Dying||5/23/2010|
|1087.||Young Beauty Crossing A Bridge After Snow||12/22/2011|
|1089.||Your Local Silly Ghost||8/6/2009|
|1090.||You'Ve Got The Wrong Man||11/7/2008|
2-Min Iq Test
jumps up on me
with a BOO! and a Hee! Hee! Hee!
(which is what, I guess,
popups do best)
all I’m doing is minding my own business
punching keys on my keyboard
(which is what idiots like me do best)
and this popup
shows up and says:
Hey bald and sexy –
point that mouse at me and click!
Come, let me show you how low
your IQ really is!
Oh, please - popup,
don’t pop up on me
cos I’ve got a weak heart
and I may just go POOOP!
like a bubble
just like that; ...
Quiet Man Drained
It is two a.m. and I wake to the cold
and the silence and the anonymous darkness.
I am not the thinker
moves from in between states to full awareness
and it grips at my pits so. What is this feeling?
What is this pain and emptiness? It churns the entrails
and takes waves to hit hard against the cave of the head
and the creature living inside has to take all the pain.