The June-July issue is out today. Read it here:
Volatile
It has nothing to do
with the moon being full
or the caprices of the weather.
It might as well be hormonal
or a byproduct of her society.
Whatever the source
when the lunatic takes over
cheerful like a glistening silverness
and long waited for
there are no further mentions
let alone questions about the
passage of years – all on purpose.
Stuck in old-fashioned modernism
assembling the cubist fragments of time
she’s building her masterwork.
In a wink
She snaps
In a wink she can’t breathe
In a wink
She falls from the cliff.
Hunger
City pigeons and town crows
gathered round me
to decide upon my fate.
Remembering I had fed them once
they spared me and gave me
a crumble of happiness
to teach me the taste of bread
and then leave me wander
on an empty stomach.
Bedridden
Don’t shut the curtains.
Tonight, I’m going after
the orbitless stars.
Going in Circles
You can’t teach an old
soul new tricks. It’ll fall again
for the same cheap thrills.
Definitions
Is there a contract without terms and conditions?
We negotiate hard despite our human condition.
I bought a house on the mountain but couldn’t
reach it due to harsh weather conditions.
With just a few scratches that mellow the sound
I’m now selling a rare life in mint condition.
You said you would love me forever but failed
to mention the many irrevocable conditions.
Civilization will be haunted by the stupidity
it generates, manipulates and conditions.
They baptised me Maria, but this is something
I usually hide under stressful conditions.
Dope, Man
Oh, but there are omens
in a crinkled paper’s wriggling form
in a ceremonial summer pyre,
or in an ugly bird’s croak
as it locks one eye on you.
Will you ever be wise enough
to make out of chaos meaning?
Like a sworn soldier you
follow the trail of smoke
lapping up with twisted fire
causality’s plank walls. Since
all perception can be deceiving
you skin your dead sheep
of a consciousness and trade it
for cosmic suits and astral boots.
Minds are meant to be broken
as paths yearn to be trodden.
[You will learn more about the Poetry Issues project here.]