Nice
I
to remain sane
to help evolve
hare- brained
and who says
the hare has an inferior brain
for the snow
that fell on trees we did not know
then
idols march
while we watch
people tie laces
she had braces
I gave her vanilla
while stars exploded
into brazen quilts
I touched them
with my malignant wand
and now the chrysanthemums wilt
in the heat that melts windshields
while we hold
mountains in our encrusted hands
II
and then the dusting
of yesterday’s socks
flocks of cloud run away
even as I honk
funny music falls
into a gas station
tea shop
terrace of rice
even here there is vice
look at the moon
eaten away with disease
look at the wars that stars
fight in headlight
look at your fingers
inch into the withered ice
just so they can be wise
Copyright © Ashok Niyogi | Year Posted 2007
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