a stranger's anger foams over like a
pearl's water chomping coffin /
looking back at the other stuck to its
tides / stuck on its moon stuck in
their / stuck in / stuck // when all
sweet lingering things vapor off their
targets because the mind is a
monsoon mooded metro / sweet
almonds in caramelized dates /
raisins black and brown / the goan
singer at the hotel reception / the
jaggery factory / the ginger slice so
thin like slow skin showing under
saris wet & seared at the same time //
the feelings I have are shapes
weaving around some impossibly
knotted nucleus I can't yet see but
hope the other can // the other day I
must've let my eyes rain dance / other
days I make them trace fire / by that I
mean stare at enough light then
tongue it under closed whipping
eyelids like mango candy so that they
share the room of my vision / fire &
rain / a steam / my mother losing her
jimikki earrings in the bathroom / a
hiss / ignorance of the loss until the
next morning but all that night of
distant innocence is all the night I
want / sandwiched like the phone
between the ear & the shoulder when
looking for something or taking
something down with jagged inky
violence // the night between the
forgetting yesterday & the fastening
tomorrow / when first thing in the
morning the earrings crouch in a wet
corner like a milkcharmed snake //
my whole worldview feels like
matchstick towers pressed in
scrapbooks or sufi beyblades in a
sand pit // if it's big enough it's falling
& everyone plays along // in the
landscape of these spliced times the
flowers are painted afterwards //
falling jenga skyscrapers tumor out of
the earth which moves like a speck of
dandruff sliding across an amoled
screen / each pixel emitting its own
light like stars do // I move until
nacreous ribbons bind me to the
other / the other me / stuck / the
other / again / stuck // understanding
the pearl is the coffin itself / made
business of before it vaporizes like
the momentary tulip of light between
the tired parting shells of a stranger's
~Ajay
29/6/2020
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bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~
