Monday, 13 December 2010

poetic fragments 23

Two breads
On the table.

One is round,
The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.
They become me.
I’m round and cubic.

The moon
Over the wheat field
Also into me.

I take a walk
By Mare Tranquillitatis,
Being round and cubic.

Saturday, 11 December 2010

poetic fragments 22

Going mad
                For D.H

You’ve vanished in your bed.

Blue and blue
Were your words.

You rejected
Sanity and insanity.
You were suspicious of
Every certain proposition.

So profound
Were your eyes.
So brilliant
Were your jokes.

You never acted.
You're invisible.
You’re me.

Monday, 6 December 2010

poetic fragments 21

Late life

You’re made
Out of memories.

Smiling on the bed,
Crying on the bed,
Getting angry on the bed.

You’re in the country
Without memories.
You’re nowhere.

You grow older
In the land
Without time.
You’re everywhere.

You ’re made
Out of memories.