Thursday, June 27, 2013


Strange crude forces hold us down
Our hands are tied
This night
is dead bees
Eyes meet eyes
Horses of gratitude eat pomegranates
from my hand
Strange satisfaction bends over
frozen wombs
cold volcanoes
Dead ants stuck in bloodclot,
staring at you
from between the seasons
of marigold.


My hands tell you
To hug karma all night
And sleep in watertight loom.
Bull and cow humping
all night by the mad shore
Let us dream and wake no more
Let us dream and wake no more.




1 comment:

Madhubanti Mitra said...

& I love this.. Really....