Paeans - and Aches

over the years

Friday, January 26, 2007

Five-minute Riff

“Five minutes.”
That’s all I have.
Warhol promised fifteen,
So perhaps I’ll be back
Next year.

Five minutes

“Five minutes.”
That’s all I have
To strut my stuff,
To wiggle my rhymes
And drop metaphors.

Five minutes
To let you quickly
Scan my innards
And decide if you’d like
To buy my poetry.

Five minutes
To grab a slice
Of you
While you’re busy
Sampling me.

Five minutes.

It will do.

Written for, and read at, Mumbai Poetry Live, at the 2007 Kala Ghoda Arts Festival.