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.
King George the Fifth
looked like my grandfather
and felt as close
YEAH, OR MAYBE LIVE IN FANTASIES / WITHIN A DOLPHIN'S SKULL!
Can you be busted for fucking / The enemy? The radio is curiously / Still in the tropical night
Wish you were heir / To more naturalness / Than simple lust
Silences of darkness are / Windows into water
Passing through, / passing through the sea’s afternoons
Back at San Francisco Greyhound, leaning / and I’m not thinking or yearning / I’m just leaning.
this is Walt Whitman speaking
The old Hudson is an odd lumpy cock
standing on its nose in a ditch full of mud.
I want to think that you’re asleep
my muse wears contact lenses,
maybe she’ll never see
past suburbia