27.3.13

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.
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And then, the Swine Flu

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.

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.

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.