Death in the Afternoon by Abhimanyu Kumar Singh
Summer came suddenly this year.
Like a bird of prey
Or young death.
The air breeds lust.
Sunlight bounces off the streets
Like a wet tennis ball.
Evil walks quietly
Blowing smoke rings
Through the luminous haze
Of the still-born day.
Heat rises slowly
Like the chronic anxiety
Of the eternally hopeful.
11:55 am • 15 May 2013 • 19 notes
Pater Noster by Douglas Dunn
In memory of you, long dead,
I hang in this yet unsung balance.
I know you what you are
So you, in return, acknowledge my skill
at seeing through your facade.
Lend me your eyes, dear friend,
I shall present you with a paper ticket
(which you must immediately give back for safe-keeping).
I may be cracking up inside, but they still believe my image.
Switch the gas heater off now, let’s save
our pennies, old friend, empty wallets ahead.
We cannot slumber anymore,
our dreams are too expensive.
The world is too costly for us,
don’t make me pay.
Will you be satisfied if I flay my sea-salt skin for you?
Tear my organs from my body in honour of you?
Whitely bleed to ash in imitation of you?
See, I splay my corpus upon the floor, I kneel,
My young knees creaking for the untimely dust.
He must implore his Jealous God for
an extension on his overdraft.
8:19 pm • 14 May 2013 • 5 notes
A Man Approaches a Casket by Jeffrey Lee Owens
have seen so much.
ragged gloves with
hold a face with
and make sounds
11:12 am • 14 May 2013 • 15 notes
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
—David Foster Wallace
6:07 pm • 13 May 2013 • 46 notes