Author
Alex Mascarenhas
38 works
Silence of the Books
And still, cameras or no cameras, even libraries close. As the P.A. system announces fifteen minutes to closing, we instead steal stealthily toward the back of the huge room, the…
Read More →Snow in the Summer
In her spring I met her Loved her in her summer Her leaves didn’t see falling The swan sang, cold, mourning I met her late in her spring Forget-me-nots lakeside…
Read More →Thanks, Giving Turkey
A special day for us all Yet, o turkey, poor, poor turkey You’d rather yourself recalled And have us feast on beef jerky Your thighs are long, shapely, dark Milky…
Read More →The Ballad of the Man Who Was Once a King
Once upon a time Succumbing to beauty was a man’s undoing No longer his prime Succubus – she had, yes, her own plans a-brewin’ Beneath the charred soil Only cinders…
Read More →The Chase
I saw a girl, I met her gaze And her eyes smiled, dazzle, daze, haze I want her child — was shut my case She was danger, a buccaneer She…
Read More →The Chase II
She blew smoke She’s no bloke My heart’s broke My will’s croak Didn’t me coax God she invokes Corpse she provokes Come meet my folks No, no joke I’m no…
Read More →The Corn and the Thief
Happy birthday to the unborn I have blue shoes, new, never worn The anniversary of disbelief I had a red blanket, then came a thief The day’s bleak; clouds are…
Read More →The Day Rooster Galore Came to Town
He was not born Rooster Galore Yet Rooster Galore he became The town he hailed from was of sin That’s where our lil’ tale did begin His reputation did precede…
Read More →The Door
What’s behind a closed door? I look at one now, white I want to see through it I focus, strain my sight The door I see — does the door…
Read More →The Drowning
Hmm… I like your walk, I love watching it The thickening’s on, the ticking is down Tick-tack… tick is green; tick-tack… tack is brown Look, you close your eyes, I…
Read More →The Good Days
Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er I get up, I go out, I get it done I do this, I do that,…
Read More →The Skirt
The first thing I saw Was a flying skirt A skirt in the wind All my thoughts subvert The skirt had legs The skirt was green I chose a name…
Read More →The Visage
I saw a face, you see This face I saw today It dwelt in yesterday And they looked out to the world Looked out, the eyes in the face All…
Read More →To Live and Die in L.A.
Actors in Los Angeles are like the angels themselves – a dime a dozen. The first time I heard – well, read, really – this expression was in the Arthur…
Read More →Touch-and-Go
Walked under the moon Three Thursdays ago I looked through my eyes Your face, touch-and-go Sure enough, there it was In the windowpane I looked through your eyes now Vain,…
Read More →Two Dreams
The dreams are swift, she leaps, lands, throws her skirt In bed adrift, unconsciously alert I shut my eyes, I don’t cease to live Embrace her thighs, smell her smell,…
Read More →What If Therre Was No Editing…
Cry, baby, cry When there’s no one around When all there is Isn’t, really – it just was Cry, cry When the when is never was When the one who’s…
Read More →Why Must It Be?
Why must life be Enviously Pursued by the one who scythes Relentlessly? Why must it be contrived Out of need not to be lived but rather Be encaging, cagily? Why…
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