Under the pandora of all street hymen's
she stood with her arm,resting like a pet
in the other,
i sniffed,customarily
for the place hounded my liver
but tickled my groin,
She strolled about
dropping voids on the street
i was walking onto
Her breasts were something
i had been looking for yesterday
when sleep had been murdered
by the pastiness of my life
Like an epiphany from the grave
my heart ruptured down my skeleton
which was separated by this unbearable distance
from her feet,for she ran and ran
into the sunset,into the hollering alleys
until i realized,she was sad
and i wanted to be
as i spat,on a man's shoe
and spent a lifetime passing that corner....
This is complicated. I will have to read it many times, for I am practicing feeling only one emotion at a time...and this certainly has many more than one. And with which to start? I suppose we will each play that card from our own individual deck. That's the great thing about poetry. You leave your insides on the table in writing it. The reader picks an organ.
ReplyDeleteFabulous poem Manik!