who often had time
in between mantras
to pipe opium or chew a paan
Welcome to the study of pomegranates and peaches.
who often had time
in between mantras
to pipe opium or chew a paan
But in the process, constantly,
Of being made in front of me.
All her half-done work, displayed
In interactive art arrays.
I thought I could be an action
hero when I was a kid and was certain I was born to
scale mountains and leap from place
to place like a grasshopper who hates my hands
The first mythmakers were unafraid
of appleseeds and so they ate
the invisible starbursts
at the center of each core
A seedy ambiance adds spice to its charm,
but now the word is Barcelona Posa’t Guapa
and the facades are freshly restored.
If he does tell you, it is just as rude
to expect him to show you the tributaries of blood
that sing the red blues into the river.
my lips can show love
but it’s all pancreatic amylase in the near end, just
like a bunch of sweet, sweet suckers.
I am a lightless house with door ajar
and you a ghost with irises aglow.
I see you. Though I don’t know who you are
you peel apart my self-effacing scar.