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.
I enter a shop and see girls playing cards
the girls wear flaming red dresses
the kind you find in the theater
a roach that had been traveling with me since Milan
crawled up by my bed for the last time I had the arriving and
leaving jealousies
making a long painting using all sorts of painting
techniques I’m making a long painting using all sorts of painting
techniques paint staining with all kinds of plastic paint washy oil
a signal!!!!
he wants to have a child
Thor and Formica are each in their own special way
winning the war for our boys, that crazy gang from Avondale
I set my sights on toast and loads of tea and pumpkin seeds
When he left to plow the sea and husband
other lands, she became all fire.
The flames clutched air, their smoke
"Death is also the thief of beauty," he says,
as a slow disquietude replaces morning's calm.
The pink light fades from ashen clouds,
After long hours of mindless labor,
yoked with debt, they are released like oxen
to graze in the remnant grass of another day.
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