NICE

Written by: Ashok Niyogi


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