.....someone is shorting stories,
someone is longing audience
Who are you, where were you born
When were you born,
to whom were you born to
is all that takes to
long your wishes and
short your name
...at the school church, the bride in her white dress,
with her blue escorts, longed her wishes too.
But why would I want to get married in the Church?
"It looks beautiful!" she shorts
....shrimp dumplings; Lamb Hunan style
turmeric gravy, hot red oil
white rice and soy sauce
"Some mustard prawns too," he longs
His is a white shirt, hers is a white shirt
the worry of curry stains hangs from the face
White paper sheets shall save them
and yet market strains has caved him in
In the Manhattan bar, the cleaner climbs the glass wall
Wipes the stains of the fading business
He shorts his sweat, we long the sight through the glass
Across the street, are the new greens of the Spring
"Pope and the Indian uncle"...where am I?
"Free trade and the lefties"...what is this talk
we ramble, we gamble...who is talking?
Sun was selling on the morningside,
after a long winter, some warmth today.
why did you short your wish,
why did you long your head...
3 comments:
the hardest thing to do is to influence a skeptic mind and it's such a sweet and sacred feeling to know that i have done it.
i always thought within myself and kept everything to myself and yet saw a cloud drifting whenever i lifted my head on a stark, white, long and silent afternoons..and felt the scent of a flower whenever i passed by a shrub or a garden...because they both existed without thinking that i will encounter them...so i wrote....and so you should also write..
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i liked the older title better :)
Extra time god has given u
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