I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
...
The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
...
We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
...
She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
...
Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?
She dreads small talk and making his lunch
...
Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
...
If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
...
When the voice finally makes itself known
Counting on a state of infinite fragility of those bearing malformed tissue wherein sense of humanity has grown over itself
That is when she is sealed in her prison of one way misery membrane
...
Third woman from the sun
They breathe a different atmosphere there
Here is swearing by vitamin supplements (seven types)
Can you find who lives with animals and stunt their own affections
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It wasn't me clinging to your dress
And it wasn't me hiding in the closet
It was me not waiting until you left the company of your friends to speak
Not caring that they were all witnesses to what I was saying
...
Every time he moves you, it's unintentional
A by-product of spilling his thought in a public forum
The stars gone spinning, nothing to hold them in place
Nothing to restrict them to a certain order or space
...
Then this sing song mathematical getaway poised out of balance on depleting funds unemployed and dissatisfied with everything that has happened to me up to this point She said 'it all boils down to luck'
She cited an example of one born with connections
And the random day one person says yes instead of no
...
Pudding, you have frustrated me for the last time
And
Pudding, I have committed acts of extraordinary violence four times in my life
And
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Empires require janitors
To remove the stains of the self-righteous
To mop up after the cold-blooded mistakes of commerce
To vacuum up bits of you and me and the others too fragile for a sour city
...
The man with the world's longest fingernails lives in Asia
His fingernails are his meal ticket; he meticulously takes care of them
He covers them when he goes out like a waterproof cast for a broken arm
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She's a lovely vendetta that seeks revenge through knowing you
The day you take her hand is the first day of the dish served cold
The paranoid and the lonely are first to fall into her trap of irony
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I will go to a place today
And I went to the same place yesterday
And I don't mind this
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A cult is secrecy, fierce devotion, and questionable practices like polygamy
They keep each other prisoner; they make a pyramid of the gullible
And though their mania has long searched for outlets, it is now structuring itself around a word
...
It sounded like the chants of monks in an old echoey temple
At close quarters you don't make a lot of noise
Just hope you have the common sense not to take nude photos of yourself
The self-respect not to lay yourself out for male amusement
...
I could compare you to anything
Weather and leather and optical illusions of pleasure
I could compare you to being lost in an underground parking garage
Ticket with the parking space number clutched in one hand
...
Hello there, My name is Raj Dronamraju. I have previously published three volumes of poetry - THE RETURN OF THE MAGNIFICENT NINNY, SOLIDARITY WITH THE FLESH EATING MOSAIC, and TRAVELS WITH THE ANTI-JOHNNY APPLESEED on Post-Egoism press (not self published) . My publisher's page for me is here http: //rajbooks.postegoism.net I am also the author of several novels. In addition, I am the editor of a poetry and art magazine 21st Century Flow - Links can be found on my poetry blog www.rajdronamraju.wordpress.com. I am an American living abroad in Malaysia. I am married to a Malaysian woman and teach English to make a living.)
I Don't Even Smile
I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
I went indoors, contorted into an ugly shape by desire
I came back out beaming phoniness
I couldn't find shelter indoors
There's a day coming where this will not end so easily
When it will be taken hard like a blood vendetta
And passed on to future generations
And that's when a smile loses all meaning
Is merely the go to expression of a demolished psyche
Is flashed with the frequency of a bellboy summoned for the carrying of guests' bags
At that time, I don't even smile
And I'll say people are a black hole
And I get sucked in and then get spit out in a place I don't recognize
Not worried about being lost
Not worried about being alone
I don't even smile
For you, endurance finally breaks
Washes over us with violence
I will snap, I can't shake this off anymore
I find Raj's poems extremely refined, amusing, entertaining, educational and admirable.