On the parquet flooring in the bedroom
The carriages skim past one another bitterly
Greeting one and all
The liberty of the willows and birches
brisk on all sides
Heaven below
Earth beneath
A little one guides them in everything
revised
redacted
returned
how much of us is left
In my misplaced entitlement
my miry, inane infliction
and in quiet moody moments
regret would come wash over me
like a heavy wave
i only massaged my temples
and bustled down the corridors
on the edge of my plastic chair
yes of course, those playful punches
all in abundance
and i
could have focused on the future
or ran my fingers through my hair
shouted curses and let out cries
waited for a burnished bullet
but i just sat there
and i thought of nothing at all
i let hunger claim possession
there, puffing on my cigarette
watching silver smoke curl and dance
i thought of nothing
regret
Exalt the down and friendless stranger
He’s falling freely, an undoubted danger
Away in the distance, straight or winding
Breezed in branches, lights were shining
And only seemingly the case…
Did the rabbit ever win the race?
–
meeting of minds/social agreement/disorienting hangover
academic reading //
–
I feel self-concious in dresses…
–
an undergraduate’s academic stresses
pigs in cages
with thoughts outrageous
and shapeless plans
and evil hands
– (it’s kind of crazy when you think about it) –
thoughts turn into ballads and rhythm
and like an algorithm
the poems too stay with them
and turn into ideas again
The least answerable and yet, most important overseers
of this generation
thrived in the dullness beyond heavy, iron-bound doors
of palaces, built to inspire awe in the populous
They awarded themselves with banners and titles
after undiplomaticly resolving both personal conflicts
and quarrels between nations
And though
Even my forefathers
bought up all the precious; yellow gold in China
They always told themselves :
Hunger is the perfect evil
Tyranny is the greatest irony
Even though I too, am the vicious beast
that teaches
and smiles
I learn to suffer
and suffer to learn
Behind a thin white vapour
which befogs homespun dealt hands
and trials and tribulations
stands proud a good observer
with a silent mouth
–
Dressed in his usual crisp suit
dressed in his disdain for attainment
In his monochromatic
levelheaded world
with his rimmed glasses
and his crisp suit
–
that unhuman reality
so far from
soft half-warm daylight
and smooth colours
a promise of the growing seasons to come
–
the good
the bad
& the ugly
–
the organic
the spiritual
& the bureaucratic
–
Vials of familiar wrath
Lightless, somber path
The hands on her shoulder
One hasn’t the heart to scold her
A picture of a beach
Just beyond reach
On the wall
Telephone call
Stinging
Numbing
Sharp
inconceivable
strange
outside
so far away
come again, back to the forefront
crawl, slither, clamber if you must
–
we’re not done yet
you will not find art here
this changes nothing
This city is bigger than
The languor of the serious soldiers
Who march wistfully within
From factory to foundation; day and night
This city doesn’t revolt
For the sake of artlessly revolting
It doesn’t simply disgust
For the sake of disgusting
The silhouette of the charming skyline
Stretches far and wide
Laugh, grin, roar and howl
Admire every spectacle
Cherish every sight
Think alone
Dream alone
Smoke alone
Neatly mowed lawn/Waterfall
Stone palaces/Tribes
Honking/Birds tweeting
Lunch/Hunting
Street musicians/Jungle
Truth wherever truth
Picture wherever picture
Freedom wherever freedom
Journey, journey, I like making jokes
Dead Bluebird 