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.
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
Blackout-in the theater as well as on screen. From a distance
we hear Steve Reich's "Music for 18 Musicians." It almost
sounds like a train approaching. Now we hear voices: by turns
Could Darwin instruct those turtles? Pixilated pin-dick tax
taste—comforting mannikins
atmosphere, he also enjoys an occasional highball: wanna see my
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Perched on this metal tripod
silent as an uninspired sibyl
I watch a living body (male,
white, 56) draped in skyblue
Bananas are an example.
—But who reads that shit? About as true to life as a
velvet grape.
—I think he judges poetry with his dick. And poets, too.
I prop up the dog and wait for him to pee.
Three A.M. A phrase goes floating through my head:
“A still Prussian-blue night with rather weak stars.”
the uncanny ability, a special dance, a mind on safari,
the scent of blossoms, the foraging flight, the uncanny
ability, to cling, to find, to fly into a mind on safari,
Sounds that came into the world in my lifetime
already sound old-fangled: dial-up modems,
the implosion of a television tube