PHILATELY + FERRY
Recent meandering trends gathered like silt;
My friend slept on the floor complaining
About the comfort of mattresses—I said,
“Are you still part of the philately club?”
“I lost a Lisbon stamp,” he said. Theatricals
Made a hodgepodge of the broth we ate,
The barrels they rolled to Ganesha temple
Were greeted by mice; I found his half-tooth
And hid it behind my anagrams; at the
Canal the ferryman hummed his akaphists,
I listened, my friend yawned; lanterns lulled
The coat of darkness, we floated away; further
As we docked my friend left us; no reflections.
ENTOMB + AROMA OF BURNING LEAVES
She raises her hand and says,
“I would like to ride Apollos chariot forever.”
When they burn leaves, redolent of her;
Transversal figments turn linear, my
Nose tingles, and the almirah is
Moored. Once—she stood like sedge
By the trees, an avant-garde; now her
Disrobed exterior has a cathartic
Premise, soon to camouflage
Space. Who else could contravene?
Her yarn shadow has spun its course;
And there are no complaints for death.
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A POEM IS AN EXTENSION OF THIS TEMPORARY SELF;
WHEN LEAVES FALL A GENTLE BREEZE IS FELT...