Sunday, June 15, 2008
To...responding to Junu and La Vie Boheme!!!
To nights of uncertainty
Of instant gain and no pain
To crushed coffee in my mind
And Nescafe in my usual cup
To reach out and unfurl
plucked picked cut torn curled
To riding in the wind
and treading rain
not touching it
not touching me
not touching grounds
To no grounds
no end in mind
To filtered tips
small tiny sips
nips pecks and buds
To a rough bare browned foot
placed perfectly on a
Too perfect cold Buddha feet
To badly made first films
To poems made unmade love
with the last man mannequin
who knows who cares to care
to dare to devour to simply stare
To this and that
To made up make ups fights
To the longest lasting pimple
To the dimple on your chin
To the simple sin of Chantille
To the grass under my nose
and the nose under my eyes
and all thats unpretty
and unfettered uncombed
ungroomed and undone
To wisdom, utter utter stupidity
To hard wins and softer than
a babies bottom- losses
To flossing nicotine and cheese
To triple tums and morning runs
which end and begin in bed
To you to me
To everybody we ever knew will know or never know
to everyone out there and in here
To back there where we left them
and how they never left us in turn
To turn take turns out of turn
Ever turning never still
To those still standing
To those who have been brought to their knees
through age through life's expectations ever running dry
through holding too still for too long
to the same slow disease called time
To time and when time's up and it's time to go
To simply go back home
To going home
To Ma and some Ba to Chotomama and Didabhai
and Habu up their and Bhai who's not too far
But never ever really sure how far away
To the family I was born in but will die without
someday
To phoney old laughing gangster grannies
To picking noses to bleeding roses
To Fanny and Alexander's Fanny
To every passing geese and all that dander
To nannies in the park with nowhere to park their wards
or their dreams or to even pick a covert flower without
their watchman lover looking on in lust
To lust,to a 34 bust straining to be 36...
To letting it rising to the crust but not letting it spill
Or flood or overflow to swim swim swim to the brim
To turqoise pools chlorine drenched in the rain
To faking interest to not listening
but taking it all in through my eyes nose mouth open
To the last shout to the Big Shout
To the small gains ,
To smaller losses the ones which stopped counting
to tree-walking and stopping to breathe underneath
To mulch carpets and rain tree shadows
To canopies which never cover and never hold still
Like life, to life, this last next all the lives
To listening to Marwa and Gaur geet
To second besting, never resting ever resting
To pause
To breathe
To smile
To end
To you
To me
To us
My friend...
Of instant gain and no pain
To crushed coffee in my mind
And Nescafe in my usual cup
To reach out and unfurl
plucked picked cut torn curled
To riding in the wind
and treading rain
not touching it
not touching me
not touching grounds
To no grounds
no end in mind
To filtered tips
small tiny sips
nips pecks and buds
To a rough bare browned foot
placed perfectly on a
Too perfect cold Buddha feet
To badly made first films
To poems made unmade love
with the last man mannequin
who knows who cares to care
to dare to devour to simply stare
To this and that
To made up make ups fights
To the longest lasting pimple
To the dimple on your chin
To the simple sin of Chantille
To the grass under my nose
and the nose under my eyes
and all thats unpretty
and unfettered uncombed
ungroomed and undone
To wisdom, utter utter stupidity
To hard wins and softer than
a babies bottom- losses
To flossing nicotine and cheese
To triple tums and morning runs
which end and begin in bed
To you to me
To everybody we ever knew will know or never know
to everyone out there and in here
To back there where we left them
and how they never left us in turn
To turn take turns out of turn
Ever turning never still
To those still standing
To those who have been brought to their knees
through age through life's expectations ever running dry
through holding too still for too long
to the same slow disease called time
To time and when time's up and it's time to go
To simply go back home
To going home
To Ma and some Ba to Chotomama and Didabhai
and Habu up their and Bhai who's not too far
But never ever really sure how far away
To the family I was born in but will die without
someday
To phoney old laughing gangster grannies
To picking noses to bleeding roses
To Fanny and Alexander's Fanny
To every passing geese and all that dander
To nannies in the park with nowhere to park their wards
or their dreams or to even pick a covert flower without
their watchman lover looking on in lust
To lust,to a 34 bust straining to be 36...
To letting it rising to the crust but not letting it spill
Or flood or overflow to swim swim swim to the brim
To turqoise pools chlorine drenched in the rain
To faking interest to not listening
but taking it all in through my eyes nose mouth open
To the last shout to the Big Shout
To the small gains ,
To smaller losses the ones which stopped counting
to tree-walking and stopping to breathe underneath
To mulch carpets and rain tree shadows
To canopies which never cover and never hold still
Like life, to life, this last next all the lives
To listening to Marwa and Gaur geet
To second besting, never resting ever resting
To pause
To breathe
To smile
To end
To you
To me
To us
My friend...
Use
We use each others bodies thoughts minds ideas -just as so much of fodder for our art and our lives. Each and every one of us- the mother the wife the farmer cleaner businessman beggar dog stone on the road and weed- am not beginning where Whitman left off -thank you!
If we look from afar or very closely we'll see the links and how we are connected.
It's only to nod in acknowledgment as we pass each by -if that's enough- well and good. It's we who decide what a nod defines encloses and comes to mean. Truly. Or should it be just a smile or a casual calculated brush aside or a handshake or a hug a fifteen minute lasting forever kiss or a lifetime spent together doing special and ordinary things sometimes together and sometimes apart in the comfort of knowing that there is an invisible cord that binds and which finds you even if you forget or lose your way.
When do we stop? And say- ok yes. This guy will do.
Often we don't. We move on.But move as we do it comes to dawn more and more that the more we move in there is more space more time more meaning. Ah yes somethings simply fall away-they lose charm and value without ceasing to bother.
Because the Spirit is endless and it's there we truly draw from -it's that deep tube-well of dreams drawings uncertainty and the perfectly phrased poem as complete as a crown jewel.
So even if one commits to someone for this life it is in utter certainty that it's only for now- be it a man a job or a child.To commit with an open palm- to commit without clutching - to understand and understand some more. Ear on the earth- ear on the heart - ear on the soul- listening deeply. All else is utterly useless.
If we look from afar or very closely we'll see the links and how we are connected.
It's only to nod in acknowledgment as we pass each by -if that's enough- well and good. It's we who decide what a nod defines encloses and comes to mean. Truly. Or should it be just a smile or a casual calculated brush aside or a handshake or a hug a fifteen minute lasting forever kiss or a lifetime spent together doing special and ordinary things sometimes together and sometimes apart in the comfort of knowing that there is an invisible cord that binds and which finds you even if you forget or lose your way.
When do we stop? And say- ok yes. This guy will do.
Often we don't. We move on.But move as we do it comes to dawn more and more that the more we move in there is more space more time more meaning. Ah yes somethings simply fall away-they lose charm and value without ceasing to bother.
Because the Spirit is endless and it's there we truly draw from -it's that deep tube-well of dreams drawings uncertainty and the perfectly phrased poem as complete as a crown jewel.
So even if one commits to someone for this life it is in utter certainty that it's only for now- be it a man a job or a child.To commit with an open palm- to commit without clutching - to understand and understand some more. Ear on the earth- ear on the heart - ear on the soul- listening deeply. All else is utterly useless.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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