Yellow strips on a red tie...

all rite...on pyromaniac's insistence i post my latest poem written durin a sleepy lecture i had to attend to rectify my ever-dwindling attendance...


YELLOW STRIPS ON A RED TIE…

Yellow strips on the red tie
dazzle the eye
as sonorous rumbling echoes
off the ever-shrinking walls –
The classroom threatens
to swallow you whole.
It lets off a reverberating yawn;
its hand rises to cover the mouth –
trying to hide the ferocious teeth
and the awning dark hole within –
but not too quickly.
The act of hiding itself reveals
what no amount of bragging can achieve.
Like the coy gestures of a young maid
who hurriedly covers her bosom;
yet she delays for the fraction
of an infinitesimal second.
Short enough to be missed
in the blinking of one’s eye, yet
long enough to ignite
the passion to consume a lifetime.
The ominous tie swirls
catching one’s mind as firmly
and irrevocably as a death-trap.
It moves and your mind
swings along with it –
all the way, all along
its pendulous movement,
entranced by its kaleidoscopic patterns.
To and fro it swings
as rhe tiny figure behind it
rocks on his feet –
trying to entrance the room
filled with sleepy eyes.
But he fails as he pits his charm
against that of his diminutive tie.
Trying to pierce the juvenile defenses;
raising his voice – of no avail;
A deafness of mind
not of the ears, he faces.
Locked out of our world of fantasy
the blank stares are all he can see.