Tag: reality
group name: theromantics
|
November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
more
|
|
February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
more
|
|
June 06, 2009 11:39 PM EDT --
Secrets
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience.
Fear is frightened.
My whispers moist the mirror,
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep . . .
more
|
|
August 07, 2008 09:42 AM EDT --
A ctress
==
The clotheshorse, old and scruffy holds
the array of her dresses. She needs them.
She needs them even more than foods
to satisfy her half . . .
more
|
|
January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
more
|
|
February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
more
|
|
February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
more
|
|
February 06, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Whispers’ Tajmahal
A whisper lights thousand lamps
and he sees the ancient art
in those lights- it is her face.
Like a feudal king he thinks
to build a Tajmahal for . . .
more
|
|
February 08, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
That man in the flood
Darkness has a neat effect under his nails,
darkness is a layer, mottled with patches.
It is almost akin to the skin he wears.
Albeit sweeping water, black . . .
more
|
|
February 24, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Ev idence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless . . .
more
|
|
April 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
Pardon Hans Andersen
I derive out of the sea, weeds clinging to my feet,
salt dripping from wet hair; like sailors’ myths, fictions.
I look at the wet, forlorn fishing . . .
more
|
|
April 29, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
Night of fireworks
The night of her rape was also of fireworks;
fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky
celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended.
. . .
more
|
|
June 06, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Snake on the beach
( Bared Beach-III nad To the Surreal Circus )
You have gasped, almost screamed and scurried away,
like the crabs; of course, you are unaware . . .
more
|
|
December 20, 2008 10:54 PM EST --
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For ever autumn at the park
Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.
They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,
in slow motion fall on your hair,
stay . . .
more
|
|
March 06, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
more from the attic
The drawing sheets are scattered, lying on the floor
talking their heads off in water colored words.
The crayons, the tubes are having a bad mood day,
his . . .
more
|
|
April 19, 2009 10:15 PM EDT --
Raspberry girl’s purring dreams
The touch of silk on the skin with eyes shut
opens summer with a sudden thrash;
almost violent, certainly too abrupt,
chocking her, making her . . .
more
|
|
December 16, 2008 09:45 PM EST --
EARth
The night suddenly screams
that echoes the words of
a man, apathetic,
still inebriated
but not enough to douse
his pains. The black road . . .
more
|
|
January 02, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
he Sells
It is all set.
He will sell
his one kidney.
To live.
To flight
by the night train
which will bring his village
by the first . . .
more
|
|
February 22, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Illusion
She unwraps illusion under this year’s Christmas tree.
A bit of sleep is hanging still, from her glassy eyes.
Sounds around the house have adopted the zen belief;
the nothingness . . .
more
|
|
February 28, 2009 09:46 PM EST --
Un perturbed
(To women III)
Lately so many deceased have come to the present tense
he fumbles to separate times often.
She smiles at him in the way she used to in past.
. . .
more
|
|
|
|
