Perplexity

there are noises of cars
pumping smoke
in my dreams
trees lying on roadsides
smiling
dragging themselves to dirt
in search for the sea
and still smiling

as wines choke to their
final vows
peace is abound
in trained thoughts..

Naked rainbows

There lies a glowing globe
with holes punched into
Eyes look through them
Eyes he remembers

He sits dwarfed
 by
shadows of the dawdling sun
leaning backwards against the window
His head rocks back and forth
over the frame
where sits quivering under the dusky
skylight
his last stub
still burning

Burning like the hole by the side of his head
as blood runs down the side of
his lusty arms

The blood circles his feet for about an hour
before floating across them
across the floor
blackening
as it reaches the ashes of his children
still without  promises
                        kept

Eulogy

In the distance
           somewhere
a rainbow wonders
why it has to wear colors
                           today

corner of the road

millions pass
with eyes squirming inside
their heads

once in a while someone walks

eyes closed
drifting away from spaces
these marauding vehicles come from
drawing patterns on sounds
and fading into them

and if you stood on the
corner i did
you would know..

"its poetry "

Like father,like son

Father don't leave me
inked on a piece of paper
lying shriveled
quivering
door to door
between fast moving cars
on this raging asphalt
that you never chose to cross 
                              yourself...

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....