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.
Oh! plant that needs water, I bring it to you.
So tired. Go Away Go Inside Forget time.
How about a quick massage now, he said to me.
I don’t think it’s cool, I replied.
I often tell women’s secrets to men
He is in the mountains and in the streams, fields
Call upon the Lord Ganesha and he
will appear
Even in the rain the wall
is a molecule of me?
I have gone on, to still another one, a young
french girl she is this time, my wife did not bear my child
and I knew it.
Futility is echo
in the giant chasm’s
breath
This sixth circle is not a place to receive
many accolades, peopled with the likes found
in the backgrounds of famous paintings.
The traveling dissection tent is gone.
The stakes are pulled, the mason jars are cracked
and crusted with formaldehyde. The lawn