Transmute drunks into umbras,
nausea into abasement, debutantes into butter,
meerkats back into debutantes, butter back into butter.
Then what?
Then nothing!
No more drunks, umbras, nausea, or abasement!
No more debutantes!
No more butter!
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Indus
My name is Khalid Irfan.
Today I woke up in Skardu.
Tonight I will sleep in Mohenjo-daro.
Five stars are my fathers.
Five rivers are my sons.
In the mists above Karachi,
how many droplets jostle and coalesce?
Contracts and marriage vows dissolved
by the law of water.
From Kang Rinpoche to Sapta Singhu,
water woven into wind,
wind woven into water,
blue into blue.
Today I woke up in Skardu.
Tonight I will sleep in Mohenjo-daro.
Five stars are my fathers.
Five rivers are my sons.
In the mists above Karachi,
how many droplets jostle and coalesce?
Contracts and marriage vows dissolved
by the law of water.
From Kang Rinpoche to Sapta Singhu,
water woven into wind,
wind woven into water,
blue into blue.
Friday, January 18, 2013
What I Learned in Iraq
Did you learn how to fly?
Yes, I learned how to fly,
and I learned that
none of us
can
be
purified,
except by torture and humiliation.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Roaches
I think with my feet!
Are you some kind of robot?
My heart is an artichoke!
I only exist in a Hollywood out-take!
I think roaches are cute!
They got three little crotches!
They talk in trochees!
They eat candy for breakfast!
I think with my feet!
Are you some kind of robot?
My heart is an artichoke!
I only exist in a Hollywood out-take!
I think roaches are cute!
They got three little crotches!
They talk in trochees!
They eat candy for breakfast!
I think with my feet!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Dirty Money
People talk about bribes and
"dirty money" on the radio
and what they don't
understand is that it's all
dirty money,
every god-damned dollar in the world.
"dirty money" on the radio
and what they don't
understand is that it's all
dirty money,
every god-damned dollar in the world.
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