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.
Here is a little book of instructions. It says care
must be taken. For instance, a form of health as a
version of vanity (as when a poor stonecutter set up
Some sad Greek said the atoms swerve
and that’s how anything happens, “any
thing” meaning not nothing. The nerve
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.
Thesis: That each of his fingers is a page
from a water-sodden book—the meanings
delicate, on the verge of being torn apart,
But mountains shift their pilings, shafts
of rock dust hovering
in hacked-out pockets, in lungs,
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