welcome the wrath..

Wrath has come down from the hills to enlist
Me surely in his brindled generation,
The race of the tiger;come down at last
Has wrath to build a bonfire of my breast
With one wet match and all man's desolation
   
                                              -from stanley kunitz's 'welcome the wrath'

i will start soon...

Battle of stalingrad (photo by Georgii Anatolyevian Zelma (Uzbeki, 1906-1984) )

Last night i saw loose shells
spill open halfway to the sky
forming glowing molluscs
color dressed like glimmering green and red romantic nights

it made me think of you....

sometimes i forget your name
because of the blue bellied sunsets
but whoever it is
that reads these letters

i tell myself everyday i have to stay alive
                                         to find you....
and i will start soon....

desires and demolitions...

i limp through my yesterdays
see eyes that held tomorrows like
diadems

they wouldn't believe
that
nothing ever really glittered
in the end..

dreamscape

i have seen the sunset....
limber through streets
like fire through an empty vessel ...
i've never been helplessly awake...
never tried harder to sleep....

one of these days i shall jump
                                      off
the debt my questions soar to
watch the sun go down
                           again
in a day in a tale.
on another dream..that
might ask.....
why do this??.

"let me sleep.....
just let me sleep"......

in everyone's diary....

there have been too many lies
that have run
                             through the night
one of these mornings
your windows 
               will shriek.....

diaspora-'shimla'

under my sun i always slept

beside the river, beside

                      its floods

                      shallow

'shimla'

the aspens yielded

to an awakening

and i have since

      been diving

      breathless

 

              

the city

i reach out to the trees
that reach for shade
lost to me
as i lost to them.......