Farewell My Poor HandsThey may be too large for your purposes But the span of my fingers traverses all The colours and airs of the piano keys. So Sergei might have said, or not; His slender music, wide chords, large hands Seemed thick and fine woven together Like a rattan vine, which clings to me.Farewell My Poor Hands
They like you, hand, which clings to me Like a rattan vine which clings to me, hand.
And what music flowed through those tips To bruise themselves upon the ivories; The swell of the orchestra, crashing down Upon my ears; those hands played my tune. Like waves crashing through the
Capsule InnOnly men sitting here, smoking cigarettes In dressing gowns, hospital clean In this hotel of hollow pills to sleep in Always the anaesthesia of TV before them.Capsule Inn
‘I hear Menthol makes you impotent’ He, certainly, is trying hard to shoot blanks. ‘It’s ok, not too much tar in those. I like a stronger brand.’
‘What time is it? 3 o’clock?’ A little sleep, get dressed, and back to work. Perhaps they have family somewhere. They are old enough.
He drags and takes the fire a little closer Ash is piled like landfill in the impas
The UnderdogJump through the hoop, dog, jump through the hoop! On your hind legs! Roll over! Now paw! Run through a tunnel. Lie on the floor.The Underdog
Tomorrow you’re going to be on TV Dancing and jumping on a green plastic lawn So don’t piss or shit and stifle that yawn.
Look at the children! Look at their teeth! Look at the adults. See how they go ‘aaaah,’ You’re the fast beating heart of a TV bazaar.
Sit! Stay! Don’t prance. Don’t play. You can eat when your work is over today. You can eat if you jump and don’t run away.
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Down to the RiverIt is good to walk down to the South BankDown to the River
To take things at an easy pace
Despite the rain; the kind of weather
When you feel every change through the skin of your face
From Borough Market's Portico down
In amongst the once factories
And the bars and eateries; silver towers
That brush the shoulders of old solemnities
The open air of Gabriel's wharf belies
The tight delicacy of the National Theatre
Or the concrete jengas of tower blocks
To be under the railway arch
Selling SexSelling SexSelling Sex
October 12, 2007: Rani Mukherjee does a Julia Roberts in her latest film, Laaga Chunari Mein Daag, playing “the hooker with a heart of gold”; in early 2004, Kareena Kapoor played the unsophisticated and street-smart Chameli, a prostitute from south Mumbai. What do these films have in common? Big names and big budgets. The list of actresses who have played prostitutes onscreen is as long as it is varied: Shirley MacLaine, Jodie Foster, Mira Sorvino, and Kim Basinger among others in Hollywood; Shabana Azmi, Rekha, Sushmita Sen, and Neha Dhupia are some of the many Indian women who have done the same. &n
LaundromatLaundromatLaundromat
No room for voices here, among the soft gurglings and thrashing dervishes. Prayers to the romance novel, tithings to the soap dispenser, the sparrow-eyed mother in silent communion and the khaki student hunched in humility as the particles of past weeks are scalded and spun out. Only the voices
of machines here, washers the tangerine
orange of decades ago, a decade that imagined vivid, astounding futures.
Whale HunterI. A little boy once looked over a railing onto the back of an island that breathed like waterfalls. He almost dove over, dry arms seized by parents who had never wantedWhale Hunter
to touch skin as dark and clear as the unknown
waters seeping from ocean
to ocean.
II. You gaze over a river's railing, or into a grey pool of rain, even into the glass of water at your teeth as if searching for some great white whale, a beast that could still astound you, that would be worth losing yourself for
year by year, leg and
bone
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Poetry does tend to get overlooked, but on the plus side, dA never tells you how much Tony Danza loves your work......
Anyway. I'll have to look at more of your poems. Down To The River was good.
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-Laura Nicole
Positive or negative.
I'm not a big fan of poetry as you know, and therefore not too experienced at reading it and understanding the subtleties of stanza structure, tempo and other poetical rules. Still, I'll give 'em a read.
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