Senescing

With time, our joints are loosened by winds,

By scouring sands in the winds,

By soaking rains hauled from high mountains,

By quakes that crack us open, leaving us helpless

Against the brutish rush of the elements.

We raise walls to keep them away –  

Will the wildness of time away,

But soon we’ll be lost in their insatiable lust, 

And the magic of the moon will mean nothing.

Insolence

What insolence, to tear my soul from nothing

And throw it screaming into this horror.

Why would you shatter my peace?

Why pull me from the never-ending quiet?

Should I be grateful

For your drop of water in a world aflame?

No, I ache for the bliss of the unknowing,

For home, where sands shift unheard.

Discontent

Dog! You’re an instrument of discontent;

always wagging your tail for more, always

sniffing for morsels in places you shouldn’t.

The taste of your own vomit, 
does it not tell you? Even the universe will not 

fill that void.  

Butterfly

Gorging itself on the open

Secrets in petals—   

The scents & the succulence,

Forever in the pursuit of transient beauty;

Who knows better the secret of living?  

Wings

When the eagle rests, 

tired of its majesty, wait… 

it’ll soon find its wings.  

Dear Elsa,

I fear the westerly winds have stolen your scent.

I no longer find your face in our favorite places.

Your palm prints on my skin have faded with each of her kisses.

The poison has reached my bones – 

I barely recall the tom-tom beat of your heart.

She’s too thorough; she saw tearstains on the sheets

And switched the Egyptian cotton to Chinese silk.

Last night I had the nightmare, remember? The one where

I fall and fall and fall, hurled by some formless creature 
Of the dark. Drawing the breaths of a drowning man,

I woke with my head clasped to her chest –

I had her name on my tongue.    

Instant Dust

Throw your handful of dust in the air,

Hold it to the flame of the sun,

Let it mingle with the rain and ride

On the four winds to the four corners;

Find patterns in its patternless swirls through the yawning void.    

Whether a rapturous bow colors the eastern sky,  

Or a confused wind howls curses in the dark,      

Take the instant by her delicate throat

And lay waste to the bounty she offers.

Tomorrow’s lesson: the taste of shadows and dust.