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.
The leg pales as it lies limply, completely relaxed. It grows pulpy to the touch. It stiffens, becoming incredibly rigid. Blackens. A smell, a withering away.
“D. Incarnate, call me Satan,” he explained, stepping in front of me.
Having lived together for so long that they could no longer stand the sight of one another, the couple decided that this alone was reason enough to legalize their relationship, and so they mailed off the wedding invitations.
Charles Darwin’s great grandson
dined on frogs’ legs,
found them rotten,
In the late afternoon, above the town of Llanes, on the rock wall of the promenade, old men sit facing the ocean and read soft core pornography.
The English bowler hat was worn by Charlie Chaplin. He used it as a prop in his slapstick comedy routines. In so doing, he abused a most genteel hat.
I never had a toothache, but the desire to have one crossed my mind constantly.
I am pleased to announce
Some of the things
That won’t concern me
In a dim room above the freightyards, next to an old brass bed, an angel is taking off his wings. He winces a little as he eases the straps that run down into his chest: the beat of the wings is the beat of the heart.
This is what’s known
as SERIOUS BUSINESS.
That’s why the title line