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.
The right of freedom of speech consists in speaking the truth. - Emir Ali ibn Abi Taleb, May Allah be pleased with him and his Ahl Bayt
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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