Comments Inbox
| |
sadhana
you were down with it the other day
and i bit on a bit of cracked pepper
scrubbing linoleum tiles
doing my Hungarian sadhana
anger and heat mixing with
cold realities
no violins play when no one
is dancing
blue and red are primary colours
that sing with ruffled feathers
and spilled milk
we laugh
at ourselves
like children with dirty faces
and scraped knees, angels with nothing
up our sleeves
passion is a trembling shell
we put to our ears
and night rolls away the stars.....
.
|
|
|