Tag: reality
group name: myxmasbreakdown
|
October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
more
|
|
November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
more
|
|
February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
more
|
|
October 09, 2009 09:29 PM EDT --
Apples we’ve devoured
A little fire, a smoke coiling out of
the autumn, a short walk to the market
and a packet of apples for kitchen;
wonder whether the apples . . .
more
|
|
January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
more
|
|
February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
more
|
|
February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
more
|
|
February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
more
|
|
February 08, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
That man in the flood
Darkness has a neat effect under his nails,
darkness is a layer, mottled with patches.
It is almost akin to the skin he wears.
Albeit sweeping water, black . . .
more
|
|
February 24, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Ev idence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless . . .
more
|
|
March 06, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
more from the attic
The drawing sheets are scattered, lying on the floor
talking their heads off in water colored words.
The crayons, the tubes are having a bad mood day,
his . . .
more
|
|
April 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Pardon Hans Andersen
I derive out of the sea, weeds clinging to my feet,
salt dripping from wet hair; like sailors’ myths, fictions.
I look at the wet, forlorn fishing . . .
more
|
|
April 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
. . .
more
|
|
November 13, 2009 08:38 PM EST --
Roadside philosophy
Once you know more, you cannot escape
this evening tilting at an angle,
the straw strewn path for a walk with girls,
unnatural . . .
more
|
|
May 28, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Other side of the moon
( T o the Surreal Circus )
She offers cyanide, infused in tea
and moves her lips to say, “Drink and die.”
A red sun let . . .
more
|
|
April 19, 2009 10:15 PM EDT --
Raspberry girl’s purring dreams
The touch of silk on the skin with eyes shut
opens summer with a sudden thrash;
almost violent, certainly too abrupt,
chocking her, making her . . .
more
|
|
January 02, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
he Sells
It is all set.
He will sell
his one kidney.
To live.
To flight
by the night train
which will bring his village
by the first . . .
more
|
|
February 22, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Illusion
She unwraps illusion under this year’s Christmas tree.
A bit of sleep is hanging still, from her glassy eyes.
Sounds around the house have adopted the zen belief;
the nothingness . . .
more
|
|
February 28, 2009 09:46 PM EST --
Un perturbed
(To women III)
Lately so many deceased have come to the present tense
he fumbles to separate times often.
She smiles at him in the way she used to in past.
. . .
more
|
|
October 14, 2009 01:20 AM EDT --
behind the coming eclipse
Sheer emotion is at the end of her lips.
I offer her the coming eclipse to hide.
Then they will draw her out to emit their
frustrations . . .
more
|
|
|
|
