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.
Beautwelve fills the whisper and
all want fragments why along to check
the short page what your convictions
this is shudder and this is antenna mail
Truth is lies that have hardened.
This should be obvious from the fact that the obverse is also correct. The same obviousness obtains for correctness.
Truth, which will never be more than the notion of truth, keeps for itself only its own over-guarded presences.
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Audible — About heart is more colloquial, that not your line!, keep your hearts in line, to say & less done, rave on, to do & more, distinctively all drums
I stock the sky’s night waters with dim barge-loads of turquoise
before lofting them southerly, just under the moon.
Your prospects widen and hum through Missouri
toward Colorado, farm after farm, like a C-Major chord.
The team goes mum, cowhided by
the rectitude to his position, the logic.
Each pine’s sun-endowed
shadow follows April’s down-
ward flights and where a crow’s
The leaves fall, but not far enough for me,
so I take one up to the top of my favorite highrise,
the one whose TV-transmitters watch farmers.
I didn’t get his name the music of the dancehall
Was point to the noise and names of those people
In whose apartment we mostly ended up: I do recall