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.
The new theory of the universe predicts,
for instance, gravity. And history. It is correct.
It is complex. There are men too eager to know,
Pei designed the building with views,
smooth masonry, and the mountains aligned
for a photo opportunity; inside are files
sufficient for forever, for fine tuning weather.
Nicodemus Makes an Analysis
Jesus said to Nicodemus, "Very truly, I
tell you, no one can see the kingdom of
God without being born again." —John 3:3
Jerusalem, before sunrise
Thesis: That the body cannot repent
of its own nativity, cannot re-form,
Its intentions are clear as the air in a bee hive
It is not a surrogate for a kind of absence.
It declares itself like a finger. Cicero
Hi, I said, glistening from the running;
You must be J.’s friend. Shall we fuck?
Like a cavalry charging, productive loins
in parallel
Straddle baby carriages;
Measuring out the Jack
Daniels at 1 : 25,
closing the cupboard
It was a pretty boat, tied to the pier,
greeting a city with streets of water,
the great gold griffin of its tall smokestack
I gave up some of my bitterness. Let me tell you why.
It is true, as I have implied, that everyone should give up his mission, whether it’s to save the world, as mine always has been, or to live the life of a Don Juan.