Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
I wonder if anything really needs to be revived.
Mad magazine should probably be dead by 1984
rather than: $2.50 CHEAP. It’s difficult
I read
a book &
then I want
to read
another
one about
Russia
Fresca’s got a new look
but I’m not drinking
that. My coke
She prefers
my phone &
using my
computer
w out the burden
of her life
last night
I described
it open
a circle
she kisses
my knee
its life
that is
my name
they thought
she had
a lot
I think
it’s enough
I mean
it’s astonishing
if I had (his)
I could
feel everything
but as it is
I know
what it is
I love your
lips.
Do you
only
go to new
places
is it true
did the
planet
just get
born
I found a lengthy word with a non-Russian ending,
unwittingly, inside a children’s storybook,
and turned away from it with a strange kind of shudder.
You can only have a lot of power,
never enough:
the strength to lift
Flinging sticks and calling
to an amphibian black dog,
he clings, buoylike, though probably
I bought a camera, though there were
many reasons not to.
In spite of the reasons not to
Why do it? shrilled the bird,
the as-yet-unnamed, a
candidate for new coinage,
namely widewit,