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Is it time?

Is there a moment that never was now?

Is it time you think
to hear the rattling wheels
speed as the oozing body
thrashes about?
Is there a moment sweeter than now?

Is it time you think
to watch the lancet's shining point
draw out – in one quick stroke –
a shining crimson tide?
Is it time, lest resolve turn infirm?

Is it time you think
to drain in one gulp, dissolved —
that white-grey powder of deliverance?
is it the violent moment of truth?

Is it time you think
to pull tight and feel
rough coir against smooth neck?
Is it now time, for bonds to loosen?

Is it time?

Romantic I am not

Romantic I am not.
I'd rather eat than gift chocolates,
Orchids are daylight robbery
And candle-light dinners are too dim -
I like to see what I eat.
If you want guys who:
a) Cook exotic Japanese dinners
b) Book surprise vacations to Goa or
c) Strum a mean guitar
Don't come to me.
I can do poetry though
And say 'I love you' in French and Italian
(Je t'aime and ti amo, to get that over with).

I do the man-of-the-house-changes-lightbulbs stuff
Just as good as anyone else.
You want a guy to get on his knees
With scrubbing-brush and soap water
On the bathroom flooor on Sunday?
I'm your man.
Put a sparkle on washed dishes,
Be at home with Harpic bottles
And pay insurance premia on time?
- No problem.
But don't ask me to cook;
I can just about make tea
But can't boil a potato into submission.

I won't stare with glazed eyes
While you're buying curtains
But make helpful suggestions too
If I understand the colours
(Turquoise, beige, mauve and lavender I don't);
I don't walk a…