Here and now

I didn’t know his name

until the last moment

when he closed his eyes

and winced at the pain

that relieves him

from the misery

that surrounds all

of us that walk

this desert!

 

Where flowers

are crushed

in earthen vases

to scent up

old houses

and their masters

who smirk

at their bulging

coffins

 

That are made of wood

so hard

that sound cannot pass

nor light

only termites

and their scion

 

Where others starve

in small alleyways

crossing themselves

to a million gods

licking the salt

that condenses

on each others

spines

 

So I think

that you left

in a hurry

when a story

was about to begin

you the hero

among many more

 

who are now

hidden behind screens

touching their wrists

to wonder

if there ever

was some blood

that passed through

a few months back

 

Somewhere surrendering

their passports

to heavenly authorities

clad in white shields

of myriad shades

all brighter than

the rest

 

Of humanity

clogged up in

bespectacled brains

and narrow castles

hidden in hills

where smoke rises

from chimneys

not vertically

but horizontally

 

fleeing the agony of rising

anymore

anywhere

anyhow

curled up in cushions

screwed to their hips

with permanent

nuts and bolts

 

that the feet must rest

too often

unless they begin

to run further

away

from the succour

of milk and honey

converted into

.avi

 

written in verse

for screen and remote

 

So I think I’ll stop

now

because I am

in my city,

as my friend says,

and so I’m going home

to sleep

while you stay awake

and plagiarise

your life

before a

hall of mirrors!

 

 

 

 

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