Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Should I be Amazed
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Should I be amazed
Five were writing verse
Or that there were so few
Why set bloody pen to paper
But what else could you do
Awkward to Remember
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I so seldom touch another
Its awkward to remember
What they expect
When shaking hands
Counting Fractions
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Part of me worked out fractions
Counting how many times I'd been hugged
Versus a count for the average day
Part of me sang quiet tunes of joy
Listen Carefully
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
If you listen carefully
You can hear the world
Screaming quietly
In your ear
Diamonds or Coal-fires
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
If I write a thousand verses
Will I find a hundred gold
Or will the writing of the thousand
Turn the whole to rotten steel
Would I rather write in diamonds
Crystals pressed from darkest smoke
Or write mountains of dark coal
And wait for pressure from below
Oh the diamonds can be clever
Melting ...
Crouching Teddy
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
He lies in wait
Lovable teddy bear
Searching for victims
To share his unfettered joy
Scanning the crowds
Gift baskets brimming
For some cute vegetarian
Whose heart is pure
Sipping his latte
Of frothy soy
Panther Kitty
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Panther kitty I want to play
Bat words between our paws
Tease them into tangled strings
Yarns to knit new stories
Beats to play new songs
Yet the audience is there
So we must leave off our play
Others share the stage this day
Eleven Short Words
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Kindly friend's mother
Touched by three lines
Of eleven short words
Stones of the Present Church
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
She examined fifty years
From that first boat ride
To the rough cut stones
Of the present church
Wished for more time with him
She'd had more than most
Yet still she cried
She'd Retract It
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
So she'll no longer tell us
In her so-circumspect new verse
Of men hard within
Rubbing up against her skin
She'd retract the words
Pretend we'd never heard
Yet what harm if she's bedded
Those mortal yet god-headed
Who are we to judge it fall
When Zeus or 'pollo comes to call
Upon a gentle ...
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.