Jay Wrote this
To attain top position
started in a business enterprise
working at the to lead a purposeful life
age 12. with zest for works of public good
with honesty, goodness, justice and truth
Servitude is = to realise Mastery in
On old and beaten path one does not feel the thorns
one only feels that the old thorns pierce
just as the new thorns do.
The hurt and the wounds caused are the same
sometimes, though, things happen differently
the new thorns open up - old wounds.
Healing wounds which reopen, blood flows out of
them pain erupts like volcanoes
to tolerate this pain, though the new thorns
on the beaten path do not give new tolerance.
If what I have writtenis meaningless- disorder
unwritten will be CHAOS
My crimes need clothes to hide my innocence
my innonce- justification of my crimes.
My poems – voluble, fanciful and openly satirical
though loitering often in rich
landscapes of associations and details.
They use baroque when required to be direct
Simple statements like
linear strokes in Japanese paintings
suggestive empty spaces of unspoken words.
They're dramatic and sentimental
They're like a mirror image
which suddenly reverses meanings
Yes, to you my hypocrite reader -My twin!
someone once used a sybilli for them once "They are like bikinis -
what they don't reveal is MORE interesting.
My New Car
I rub my hands as I lick my chops
and tell myself my car is tops.
It's as good as thousand cops.
It's got all those things and some more
lots of gizmos and buttons behind each door
and shotguns built inside the floor.
I take pride in in it, be safe in it
I don't have to count each minute
or think of it as indefinate.
How will they stop me and rap me
who will be able to trap me
or exceed themselves to kidnap me.
The answer is none,none,none.
Their bestlaid plans will come unstuck
it's me who'll enjoy the fun
Park my car in a fail-safe shed
and weight its wheels with further lead
otherwise they'll leave me and take my car instead..
To the Internet baloon
Hundreds of claimants crowd United States
and a thousand more are coming
you're awed, your mind is filled with pity
and gone is the time for humming
the jobs won't go any more bitty
Nor will drummers give up drumming.
You could have a doctor for each flu
and a nurse for each new headache
but no engineer for each new and screw
that builds a web and unnecessary cache.
When people trip, dot by dot com
How will they know which of them is fake?
We see a future quite far from US
and wonder whither shall we go
we toss up our concern thus and thus
in terms of a greatest sorrow
and of jobs a decade hence make a fuss
where will they come from tomorrow?
To the King – The Customer
That thinking is best which is small
and written on a grain of sand
It solves all problems low and tall
and also all problems of land.
Thinking smallis a big positive
to while away the shrunken hour
with land short and all money grime
It is thinking of great power.
The customer is still the king
it is he who decides his need
his the pea sized seat in the ring
his the containment of all greed.
He moves into a capsule room
with his compact kids and wife
eats condensed food amid the gloom
And re-enters the larger life.
For my database manager
For those who cry for revenue glitz while
planning a neat RAID with Marketing blitz
datapak provides the basic ground maps
Tells them where and how to strike
gives them figures and the like
and plugs other information gaps
Truly now there is the bait
that your financial climate
will come out of the closet unfurled
whether overdraft or loan
whether pleasant smile or a groan
Datapak tells you this and tells the boss
if you now write out a cheque
lo, behold, and what the heck
you could bounce it off a KITE
Though you may not bounce it slow
you may bounce it HIGH or LOW
till someone sees RED and
HIS face goes WHITE!!