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.
Good Sam is a dealer.
Good Sam is one of the biggest dealers in the world.
Good Sam deals high quality grass and hash.
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
The silks of France will always be finer than those of England,
and the woolens of England finer than those of France,
and we are born wanting
When winter is here, no one cares
how fate is exposed by your absence,
or how the place lacks for the missing color—
Drawing draws us in-
volving us further and stretching
attention it sketches reaching
A fire truck goes by‚
On its way to the station
With a low roar‚
Scrawling the letters of my name,
I found and changed what I became:
first, HERON LICE emerged,
With a shriek gulls fled across a black sky,
all of us under the pier were silent,
my blood ached from waiting, then we resumed.
I, detaching myself from the human I, Henri,
without thick eyeglasses or rubberized white skin,
stretched out like a sinewy cat in the brown grass
On this tenth day of the year, I play Stravinsky
and sip vodka from a paper cup, taking in the view.
Tendrils twining, leaves rippling, guts absorbing nutrients,