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.
It is possible to be struck by a meteor
or a single-engine plane
while reading in a chair at home.
“Your glance disrupts my ease, faces
painted onto asymmetric Asmat shields
imported from Iranian Jaya—
that the mundane might offer with its lines
what sighs beneath the surface, even there,
Still, some shadings of the face persist
a capsule of that day that she'd been glad
Lines and sheets of white are blown, light conjugations,
in layered, flustered carousels and large
The dogs are blind and beautiful. A violet
moment hovers overhead, the evening
shadows fill with figured intimations .
the splendid fall of fabled empire-up here, at night,
winged conga lines parading
the buzz of homo love songs
where boy scouts gather in a tool shack,
jacking off to the sounds of Perry Como
This is for Alicia, shaking back dark hair,
dancing one-breasted with the Sabbath bride.