Empire
No one wants
to be about here
anymore, dull drivel
painstakingly normal.
It's far flung Xing-zhou!
Tse Tse Frou Frou!
C H I N A
shipping the train
flashes an iron
clad grin, old school
monnikers blast
through Benson
toward Deming,
the Eastern Seaboard
to the big time: tarnation.
24.3.13
Ding
Could that bells taken apart
stretched mm angel barks
appreciated, adored,
drenched in golden golden-ness
drip dropped, dangled
as though bubbled
glide towards heaven
synchronized, split off
from blast & smelt & smoulder
quick flown and flashed
not drum, not singsong
just a pouring
up like that
shock ink mess
of sound, tender and lost.
but of course
the stars, the precious moon
a next stop.
17.3.13
Crossing
For a week the blood
smear as deer had
dragged herself
on broken legs to a side
of the road and lay there
like a hand swipes
a frozen window.
There she watched the last cars
and shooting stars, took a final hit
off the moon where no Injuns
ever stood either and she promised.
Praiseworthy Appearance
On Friday night
the fox speeds up
to make it -
away from the town
full of light and actions.
The way he smooths on by -
a little train of feet, film
made of fur and tail
in one brilliant line.
Left to right as if
a switch lifted and the chute
opened through which
he aimed and shot.
For a week the blood
smear as deer had
dragged herself
on broken legs to a side
of the road and lay there
like a hand swipes
a frozen window.
There she watched the last cars
and shooting stars, took a final hit
off the moon where no Injuns
ever stood either and she promised.
Praiseworthy Appearance
On Friday night
the fox speeds up
to make it -
away from the town
full of light and actions.
The way he smooths on by -
a little train of feet, film
made of fur and tail
in one brilliant line.
Left to right as if
a switch lifted and the chute
opened through which
he aimed and shot.
16.3.13
Sleep Heresy
Here, my ears ring uncontrollably.
I am not sure if it is the electricity
or the avarice of my mind waking up
to the fact: another day, get used to it.
How I crave sleep, how embarrassed
I am when at last I don’t turn off the TV
so sleep isn’t exactly what it is that comes,
more like a moth on a curtain
waiting to get out, hoping.
Here, my ears ring uncontrollably.
I am not sure if it is the electricity
or the avarice of my mind waking up
to the fact: another day, get used to it.
How I crave sleep, how embarrassed
I am when at last I don’t turn off the TV
so sleep isn’t exactly what it is that comes,
more like a moth on a curtain
waiting to get out, hoping.
4.3.13
Just a Quick Reminder
I dreamt a donkey and a tunnel of snow,
we went up into the places
crawled through the openings
up into the nooks and the crannies.
Oh! it lasted so long that
when I awoke to pray
the fajr prayer, it seemed
years and years had passed
but when I returned
to bed nothing but a cold
dark sleep until the sun
and breeze, until then.
I dreamt a donkey and a tunnel of snow,
we went up into the places
crawled through the openings
up into the nooks and the crannies.
Oh! it lasted so long that
when I awoke to pray
the fajr prayer, it seemed
years and years had passed
but when I returned
to bed nothing but a cold
dark sleep until the sun
and breeze, until then.
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