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.
Recall the white room I took you to
when you could not breathe?
Reader, please, it’s called chivalry.
Miles of white, palest skin,
and the slash of the road through it. Who named this lake,
The orchestrations of sunrise
much like the tune, abstract from the outset,
(this is the nature of music)
This place, too, has its own integrity:
split, ruined, abandoned
walls of chipped blue cursed
it’s impossible for me even to guess
since as they say
he really has no country of his own.
three wars ago, pleading for her bambino,
expecting to see him young and warm
Picture me now, my breath hot
on your kitchen window,
He feels the catheter as penis,
is pleased with its sudden growth,
and goes to great lengths fondling
You and I, when we sleep, we’re like whales
because fish swim out of my mouth
and you dishevel the seaweed.
You acted patiently.
You turned away from the play‚
Which was always beginning;