Link to my NEW book http://www.cafepress.com/assortedfruits
And from the book: two poems.
“Raga Kalvati”
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night-gat swim, the oil-sea
i dream i dream
of the moon shadow
of a silver shimmer
singing, singing,
i dream i dream
of the black salt raga
humming, humming,
the planet heart ever combing the waves
starspeck marine of lost souls
crying, crying,
i dream i dream
of the drut teental salavia water
my hot fireskin in coolness
floating, floating,
song cradling an alap of sky
in cloud baked stars
i dream i dream
the tala of my icebreath
will end the sorrow of blackfig purple
greeting, greeting,
the ocean without the crunching
sound of killing tanks
grinding, grinding,
the sand-dune drink of dust
i dream i dream
of a land with a god of many hopes
leading the white rhino to the pastures
where blood does not drip
its child-death laughter
sobbing, sobbing,
i dream i dream
and the fishy depths surround me forever
singing, singing,
the moonglow ripples of the hot night
i dream i dream
of the raga kalavati
sung at my uniting of my soul with water
longing, longing,
to take my immortal spores across the sea
and leave man alone to fight in my name.
—
Lord Pineapple
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“I rediscovered the unworn world” (Patrick Kavanagh)
Come easy to this unworn world,
where life and death go un-treated;
but where there is still the freshness,
where there is still the unstale’d.
It was never easy to see the world as new
when one is their-self crusting old,
when one has drank the wine of it’s soul
and ate the plants of it’s dying light.
But I know I have re-discovered you
whenever I write a poem at all,
whenever the clouds silk in cold
or are baked in an oven of suns.
An unworn world that’s still soaks life,
billions of people each with different eyes
that look in wonder out of different brains,
and all using very different words.
If I wore a crown every day
I could not have so much power
as when I touch a silver leaf
or feel a redbrick factory.
After all I have suffered in my days
I still want to rise up again
out of the ashes of silence,
to re-discover the unworn world
in the evening of my dreams,
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The Poet Known as “Empty Chairs”
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