that strange
deathlike
indifference of
unhappy savages
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
UNDIVIDED FAMILY
Undivided Family
I feel an orphan
A family is forming itself, alien
Not group, gang, junta, cabal; but
Family, pure and simple, lovely,
Sweet, gooey, nice, fragrant, soft, coo
I feel an orphan
I'm not rebel, loner, eccentric, strange
mad, furious, angry, young; and yes
mom and dad, both are alive, yet
a family is forming itself, alien
I feel an orphan
Soon the juniors will be here
Little feet pattering, on the
Corridors, some will be adopted
This family will have kids
I feel an orphan
These guys are evolution, even as
JNUSU is vanilla and orchids upon them
I wait for Angelina Jolie, to place
Her palm beneath my chin, kind eyes.
I'll call her mama
I feel an orphan
A family is forming itself, alien
Not group, gang, junta, cabal; but
Family, pure and simple, lovely,
Sweet, gooey, nice, fragrant, soft, coo
I feel an orphan
I'm not rebel, loner, eccentric, strange
mad, furious, angry, young; and yes
mom and dad, both are alive, yet
a family is forming itself, alien
I feel an orphan
Soon the juniors will be here
Little feet pattering, on the
Corridors, some will be adopted
This family will have kids
I feel an orphan
These guys are evolution, even as
JNUSU is vanilla and orchids upon them
I wait for Angelina Jolie, to place
Her palm beneath my chin, kind eyes.
I'll call her mama
Monday, March 31, 2008
despair
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
Monday, March 24, 2008
states of matter (for Scarlett Keeling)
GOA
Don't go gentle into that good sea
Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism
sea
No oceans in transoxiana
but your eyes tell me
what tides have ebbed
sunset and sunrise
asleep, like lovers
in a grain of sand
©Umar trivandrum
http://www.respectance.com/ScarlettKeeling
Don't go gentle into that good sea
Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism
sea
No oceans in transoxiana
but your eyes tell me
what tides have ebbed
sunset and sunrise
asleep, like lovers
in a grain of sand
©Umar trivandrum
http://www.respectance.com/ScarlettKeeling
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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