Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Of Beige and Tan
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Too familiar walls
Bound off-white by law
Pock-marked by years
Refuse my eyes
A splash of red
A swirl of saffron
There, in the hall
Between pillasters
We must break out
Of beige and tan
To invite life back in
Hallowed Pillows
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Behold the hollowed pillows
Where her head once lay
Cradled in sweet dreams of sleep
That would wait another day
She's charged off to meet the world
On a brilliant sun-lit ray
But the hallowed pillows call her
Come back to us, they seem to say
The Ecstasy of Readers
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Never, dear reader, underestimate your role
Without your eyes my words would die still-born
Without your ears my songs could never wake
Your responses are precious beyond compare
For each verse opens new vistas in which to play
Spaces I would not have danced were I alone
Without a reader there can be no poetry ...
Surviving (Though yesterday was a complete write-off...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The insanely early meeting yesterday completely destroyed my sleep pattern. Got a few hours of work done before I first crashed, but was half asleep most of the day, unfortunately, not able to sleep readily either. Finally exercised myself to exhaustion to get to bed. Wound up getting up early today (for me, around 10AM). ...
Seven, In the Morning?
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
You hear rumours
About hours
Between four in the morning
When all good men go to sleep
And noon
When men of virtue rise
But then one day
You experience it first-hand
Forced upon you by the ungodly
The craven
The corrupt
Only then
Do you truly understand;
They are evil
History of Rice Pudding
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
The rice pudding is just rice
Cooked too late to do it right
I should be sleeping
But my mind is spinning
Jumping from project to project
Wanting to build
Something for the ages
In these last few moments
Before sleep
Rice pudding will never make it
Into the history books
But I can get ...
For Someone Else
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Sure I'm perfect
For someone else
Just not right for you
Why do women say that
I wonder yet again
It's enough to make a cynic
Were I not already one
So maybe I'm not perfect
Or maybe you are just
Too polite to ask
I am not perfect
But maybe I could pass
For ...
Dark Hair Shorn
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Militant girl full of fire and conviction
She angrily decries the male oppressor
Who would despoil her darker hair
(Though she demands a smooth-shorn chin)
It is years later that I see her
Older, holding some mid-level job
She seems more fashionable
Groomed and outfitted in slick half-suits
That let on she's a woman
While ...
Lasting Scents
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
What an unforgettable scent
To come to mind so easily
A long decade on
Surely you could sell it
If it were scent itself
That made it last so long
Truth forces me to tell
It is not the smell that I recall
But hair from wence it came
Midnight Clocks
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Here there is no champagne
No streamers not left over
From parties thrown
On happier days
Crowds of shining happy faces
Have not appeared on cue
Because of this dratted bug
So lil' sis' and I drink orange juice
Laced with day-old ginger ale
Watch silly movies on the box
Drift in and out of ...
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.