Project dam (Poem)
Water was watered downflow arrested and moleculescould not romancewith the banks, plains,and marshes anymore. The native man wasasked to wear the hatof larger goodand give up land,little animals,rock cultures and so onand stand for the hydro-powerthat darkens their valley forever. Sure, they were shifted or “Rehabilitated”skeletons progressed to new homesbut the spirits keep on rocking…
Human rights (Poem)
The legal — black inkedyellowish inert pages of the constitutionsitting in a lotus postureinsidenational museumscould not catchsight of — kaki lathis on the roadsbullets jaywalkingon the sinful skins of people. Citizens mutilatingflesh on earthin the name of the holy-spiriton some — nebula world. Tongues that chant mantrasbutcancels the dignityof the genders. Paper bureaucratswith loaned powerfrom…
What a book told me (Poem)
O’ Readerpick the pain, not the plot.rub the wounds, not the words.take the walk, not the paths.lick the pages, not the passions.feel the perceptions, not the reflections.copy the chemistry, not the characters.cook the lies, not the truths.feel the tears, not the trash.lose in love, not in lust.carry the wisdom, not the weights of wit.drink the…
Observations (Poem)
The trainhaltedit’s electric engineat a 15th century town.Strangers — graphic men and womenin a state of jubilant festivitywere celebrating something.Kidsflying on the groundlike seagullswho expertly danceon the surface of salty waters.The senile soiland the snooty flowerswere playing withthe winds and the stones.Some nobler mindswere busy unfurlingtheir neural wings.One fellowadjusting his bumand attention likean old grammarianleapt into the…
Gulf of Mexico (Poem)
Oil spill in the seaa man’s or a machine’smistake. A black carpet of death.A black spectre’s hauntingand the hunting began. The writer went backunable to find a musein a black dream. Tunas poisonedby the 007 trickeryof killer-sapiens. Sensing the fossil sicknesswith their magnetismbirds skippedtoxic pregnancies and births. BenzeneTolueneSulphurin the kid’s lunchbox.(Perhaps a ‘crude’ love) Oystermaking…
Lift (Poem)
Ting, Tingyells the machinefor every open.People press1,2,3,4,5,6…all kinds of buttonsand some hit themeven when not needed.Head nods and head shakeswith strangers.We go upand come downas caged birds.some mess up theair with farts and fears.some mess up thelove with their lust.and some mess up the dresswith coffee spills. We all want to sayhello to that someoneyet…
Forward Motion (Poem)
Self Suspension happenedafter a few milesOn the X-axismind wasmeeting itselfOn the Y-axismatter was lookingfor a gospel. The thieves are thievingThe babies are behavingThe retirees are believingandThe bellies are improving. Now I’m 29hrsmore older.Stillnot yet wisein the moment.onlyafter the moment. the slow movement of the enginedisturbed thehard-won nirvanaafter the foodbut Mary Oliver’swords have hit the heart…
Out of nothing (Poem)
We aremeaningwantingbeings.we cannottake in a zero-experience. Omelette burnt?divine decision.Owl outside the window?angel’s curse.Omen?Amen?common man. A rockbe itigneoussedimentaryormetamorphicisn’tjust a rock for manbut a supreme interpretation. Pending filefrom the art of seeingis karma. Long queuefrom the mysteries of mindfulnessis Wu Wei. Always a thingin nothing.
Death (Poem)
Death isthe crescendo and the zenithof life’s wave.The crest and the final springof soul’s journey into thestars and the stones.No, it’s not a pale poemor a coldly thingbut a redolent perfumeperfected by thethe flowering of finished fates.The captain did notleave for a final dignity ordamnation to stay with phantomsbut just took a tiny reposein the…
The New Night (Poem)
Under the sullied moonthe uncivil ways of the heartstormed inlike the French revolutionariesmarching the Bastille.the insomniac shadowy passionsconcealed beneath the pillowsswooned the beingand reddened the rage.the tipsy tonguethe Machiavellian mindand the arrowed thoughtswoke up the wounded waves.Freudian dreamscame in a starry caravanvery muscular but unnervedyetthe sodden onescould not do much.the tousled and the winteredhallucinationsdrenched me…
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