Harvest pt1

                              photo by nevil zaveri

a thousand harvests east of
of a farmers kitchen,
a toddler
twiddles with the fur of a crooked
shrub,the only ink left on his father's will
is what he would choose to write with it
His shoulders only a few inches wide
are already bending under his fathers head
massive with fractures
as a cloud's heavy feet
He kicks around the earth,enough
to disappear in its buoyant energy,
the latitudes mixed with longitudes
are still only as big as his stride
for the sky seems dry from his mother's
eyes to the horizon

Dry wood

The voice of a blotted child

is what shaved the mountain
off its trees,of its natural thickness
We rolled cucumbers down our chest
wishing to feel the coldness of his feet
as they dived and rose out of puddles
in the middle of the night
it was 4 am,a minute before a death somewhere
there was wood to burn,inside the corset
of a wildly imagined woman,because i had the time
and he wanted some,but it rained sleep in my head
as it rained wood in the forest..

An uncouth closure

With a girth of fury to hold up
his slacking stomach
he sat,gnawing at his fingers
as if it were the only nakedness he had known,
Words slipped down his tongue
and pulled his veins along till they turned blue

In one hand he held a knife
that he were to slice her throat with,
She wouldn't expect it
In the other he barely held on to the last thought,
that had crossed his mind

He cried,blurted her name twice
so he could know her better
There are unsettled pleasures in bringing death
and he could feel his nostrils
inflate at the thought of blood
splurging down the tunnel
of his life till it met a futile end

A click,the keyhole brimmed
and the door opened,she was thrusted to the floor
"Who are You ?? What ??.."
He sealed her mouth and felt a sexual gust
turning his hands cold
"I have for long lived ugly"
he whispered and met her eyes where her banality
as ashes was falling through
Her eyes moved as little with shock
as her body was allowed to
"Why...What...."?? in her head
The next moment he put the knife
through her half naked breast
"It is where i leave this scar,
that your heart will beat the strongest,
and you will feel me there"

He wept in her lifeless arms for hours,
and walked away with a new life within him

Betrayal

farewell old lantern
Your mystique finds a gutter finally,
i have walked around these corners
and forever had faith in your stance
There were stormy nights
on the walkway,when you lifted your
pants and gently strolled behind the oak
In your pocket is the thimble
i wore when the air was heavy with pus,
I murdered a lunatic here once
as he made funny noises with
his boots,
Between her eyebrows a firefly twitched
as i kicked about the body,
A waste such a man is,
a cold tooth in the corner of my mouth
You peeked but never shivered
like a disappointed friend,
But you never told me his
were the bigger feet even though
my footsteps left the loudest noises...

Ask

or has winter held my eyes
out the window to the peppery wind

or have my coats been clung to the roof
the loins of which bend under snow

or is the skirmish down in the street
a fist having just left my face

or is the sky a bare chested monster
whose breath chokes me every night

or is the funnel to the other side
just a way around my human

or are the arms i never had around
a nest for my disagreements with life

or is the hour's count too little
to be angry all the time

or has my mortality always dug a grave
that i wait to fill

or has the grave been quiet enough
for me to find my peace right here

for i came and stayed back 

hoping to never have to ask,
but i do...

Winter

the life in me mushrooms
like a wave inside the sea's belly
every morning the sky blanches
into white paper,smeared with fog
as the sensation of a distant night
hanging in the closet leaves me
a fossil of dreams rolled over and over
by light walking and then walking backwards
from the walls

they have lived with me as much as i have with them

She..

the sudden implosions of her chest
when she would stand out in the rain
crying into the gloves of silence
her man took off
while talking from the edges of his hands

the color of her cheeks
making shadows of raindrops
gummed to her warm skin

The sky dressed and undressed,
and only the raindrops having disappeared
off her face..