Sunday, October 21, 2012



broken sandals

you drive to work, hear the falling of war
horror, horror at arm's length
heart too irascible, too helpless
to assuage this bludgeoning
of New York streets
all you can do is sharpen the instrument
appease this senseless act
in the life of a poem
forgive, forgive these humble words, dear reader
that think only of a crying field
dresses/suits drenched in goodbye
arms crossed under cotton stars

you pen alpha and omega catches up
moments in someone else's war
an assignment on personality
brought you the Colonel - Perth surgeon
with a long term memory, his book
To war without a gun
he knew war, he said, like a doctor
sewing back — a man's face
transient medico dodging sniper attacks
shifting camel-humps of sand
arguing, at thin attention, behind wired huts
for rice to sate men's bellies

in this woman's body
I've known anger, mostly fury
children slamming wire doors brought melodrama
skirts protected their crushed knees
of bewilderment
you offered anything in bed
for happiness—
while yours arms lifted and imagined
unzipping the sky

a sparrow falls
is a poem, is a hint of death
but nature has no memory or fault
half a bed is all you remember
of thirty three years
you could loose yourself to a woman
an inn and a donkey
follow the magi, some endearing star
but your heart wouldn't be in it
you'd only skirt the tracks in sandals
bought from a second-hand store

heaven never wanted it this bad
laugh lines swollen in disguise
polite sisters chewing veils of endurance
like those burqa women
too beautiful for words, hovering sand
in bazaar and stall
like mythical eagles in dark sunglasses

could there be some universal misery
between lonely girls who want to soar above the date palm?
(future poets perhaps, ready for voice and shelf)
it's all the same, east or west
imperialism traps us
orientalism traps others and the rest
designed by cranky patriarchs in 'control' laboratories
'suppression/subjugation'
of voice
of skin
of mind
of personality
of THE imagination
some damaged at the neck
zippered at the roots
slits for eyes
we'll all pass on their seed
down the line
like blisters in radio silence

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