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!
wow that’s a great one!