in the streets waiting for the worded wind
Your spangles behind my eye
Your brown mowed jeans
pierce my ears like gleaming trains
weaving music on the tracks
You move like a slow knife
leaving my heart
On the pavements,there are roses
Crushed like my pockets on the inside
I would buy love for you,if love were money
My penniless pants jingle with
the tic tac toeing of your sandals
I've never been down the corner
you head towards,and i never want to come back
empty hearted so i can count words
that didn't cost me anything
but this poem
Your spangles behind my eye
Your brown mowed jeans
pierce my ears like gleaming trains
weaving music on the tracks
You move like a slow knife
leaving my heart
On the pavements,there are roses
Crushed like my pockets on the inside
I would buy love for you,if love were money
My penniless pants jingle with
the tic tac toeing of your sandals
I've never been down the corner
you head towards,and i never want to come back
empty hearted so i can count words
that didn't cost me anything
but this poem
So many cool turns of phrase in here! You are so talented Manik. I am so happy to have found you and blessed to read the words you live on paper. It's like listening to a beautiful new language.
ReplyDeleteAnnie,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words...You keep watering my seeds...And your the flower i want to be someday...You make it worthwhile riding the ups and downs of life through our language.