Raat Baaki

Progress is slow
superstition high
The nights are slow
the days pass by
Purpose is elusive
Must ambition die
I sit awake
Pushups and crunches shall have to wait
If only I had the will of Leonides
or his body even
If only I had the beauty of Narcissus
and not his self-love
If
only
If only I could write it think it do it not regret it
If only I could sleep dream wake up at dawn
Not fight to make the day meaningful
Not fear the night yet unborn
If only my thumbs were longer
and other organs too
If only I was less fickle and gifted too
If only I believed in myself and less so in passing angels
Muses godmothers the ancestors demi gods
But however it seems to be left to these palms
to etch out some lines not be shown a fraud

What if if then if only
Not nand nor nxor
Not logic not hard truths not science
Not this way not this end never this empty

My Empty Morality

No it's not philosophy
nor decon-ning systems of ethics
nor indeed a subtle double-think
nor in fact cliched double standards
it's just empty
or may be not
when you feel the strands that bind
that make you virtuous are unravelling

And it's pretty damn damning
Intent action and desire
all unite in actions
that are wrong
well not right
but certainly not done with the greater good in mind
certainly not done without over-riding self interest

That's why this is a verse and not prose
well at least broken lines