Quentin's Gift

A vociferous yowl came down to earth and slaughtered my soul I was in deep sleep, lids were lead, and dreams were wavering spool My problem sat on groove, heavy-hearted like slushy interference Passage of time was very slow but that had drawn all the inference But I had to settle my score with her sore to keep my cranium cool A porous body, full of neutral pricks, is amenable to insidious freaks You may call the buccaneers on bouncing waves or to Tortuga Creeks They will say yes we should send Mister Briggs to teach you mathematical tricks. It makes no difference and I am bowled on the crease, life is not at all sums Its base is neither you nor any substratum pandering to keekwulee doldrums I know you are not a frump who kicks up the stinks with three no trumps. I may be a tramp Play solitaire With invisible Dodo. I have seen the dull grayish faces caught in Arachne’s spins, The fangs of spiders, teeth of snakes, and Las Vegas scorpion stings, The emotional binges, the splurge of spending and old caddy’s sins. I have seen them all, but how am I full of beans? I am a nut playing a fool. Let the water run over her Deigning a nutcracker’s rule. Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat? © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 14th October,2014 20:44:00 (IST)