Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Then there is the question, how to disrobe for swimming? For if a girl simply strips naked, she is immodest. If she takes off some clothes but leaves on others, she is still undressing, still immodest, her body motions sure to spawn lewd thoughts, as for instance seeing a mother walking with her child sug- gests nights of abandoned passion.
A man decides to wear a baby instead of a hat.
Sometimes the baby pisses and shits on his head,
but the man doesn’t care. He is in all other
My grandmother used it, Dutch Cleanser,
in the dark Shillington halls,
in the kitchen darkened by the grape arbor,
Like dots before your eyes, the ships
Roll in on the new tide and drop anchor.
“They will go away,” you think. But later
At the age of three
I was promised in marriage
to a neighboring princess
I have a gift for you.
Please open it now
For inside you will find the words
You would think while the hours helped,
if the wind was right, then follow
a current along shore till a beach
“Do you realize,” I asked, after biting the sensitive
Spot on her shoulder, “that Darius was incited
To attack the Greeks by a homesick physician in his court?”
This pair of pants has four pockets.
It can be seen how lovely they all are
carrying their duty-free cargo and passing
That woman on the beach camouflaged
in sand (in California where
they have Satanic rituals now)