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Aug 2012 Deepsha

Forecast

Aug 2012 Deepsha

mûre

Forecast

62%- approximately how often the sky responds
usually it tells me to lay off caffeine
or lay off romance
or to forgive myself, cause 'for chrissakes
no one else will if I can't'
47% is approximately how often the earth becomes
jealous of this lofty exchange
usually muttering entreaties not to forget about it-
that my worries would be farther and few should I
simply sit down from time to time to
baptize my motivations in the good mud.
The sun becomes monosyllabically irate 3% of the time
"Hey. Hey! YOU! HEY!"
Lunar crooning aloes my ears for 9%, there, there, lost one.
98% of the clouds tell me to move
but the percentages are all off,
so I'll **** a finger
raise it to the wind
and let some humour front into
my apprehension, because the weather
tells great jokes, because no matter
how wrong the weatherman is,
there's always at least a 50% chance
of sun.

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Your Best Words (Are the Ones that Aren't)

Aug 2012 Deepsha

mûre

Your Best Words (Are the Ones that Aren't)

The slow expand of your pupils
was a synonym for love in
the greatest minimalist sonnet
ever writ.

Over the board, your faces urges 'your move',
I look down at my row of letters
weigh the points
and know you've won.

Aug 2012 Deepsha

I Am God

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Nora Agha

I Am God

I love full length mirrors
because I get to see
my body
all of it

I do not love my figure,
I do not love my face.
But when I find a full length mirror
I stare.

I Am God.

I Am God
over this pathetic,
mortal
flesh.

I Am God.

I can stretch
my arms
way over my head
watch my ribs peek through

Fragile, mortal bones.
I could break them
it would hurt.
But I could break them.

I Am God

I picture the lungs beneath
Black
Blackened
Because I Am God

Puff
Inhale
Ingest
Blacken, damage
Because I Am God.

I stroke my tummy
flat, muscled.
My thighs
round, soft, pliant
My Choice

Eat
Eat these fatty foods
watch the muscle
the muscle that made this body burn
watch it disappear
lose it in new rolls of fat

I Am God

I care not for this body's suffering.
Eat more cancer from this tin can.

I Am God

Inhale more cancer
from these cigarettes.

I Am God

Now crunch. Do 100. Now Run. Faster. Burn. Ache.

I Am A Merciful God.

I do not cut you
I do not make you bleed
But don't for a second
think I cannot
I could
and it would hurt

I Am God.

You, body, are my subject.
I will tear you, pierce you, to decorate you.
Ink you
and alter you
Because I Am God

You supple flesh, you have no say
I will use you
for my pleasure
I will starve you
for my appearance
I will burn you
under the sun
just to see
how many layers
I can peel
before this body
gives up
and is gone.

I Am God

I will inhale this cancer
Until my lungs start to rot

Because I Am God

and I will choose

How You Die.

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Smoke Signals

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Mimi

Smoke Signals

Sapped to a pastel
against the brightly colored world
(I'd rather live in dreams about you).
I've started taking things that aren't mine
to feel closer to memory.
All pale pinks of my skin
washed in the greens of your eyes.
The bonfires I build, the misty greys I exhale
are all smoke signals to you
across the world.
*Come home to me;
you are a home to me.

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Steal or Still

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Mimi

Steal or Still

Steal my heart
or still my heart
It makes no difference, just
filling the silence till
he says he loves me (tomorrow?
maybe never again).
So if you ask me to come I'll come
but don't you dare bore me
sentimentally
I'll put out (my cigarette in your eye).

Aug 2012 Deepsha

Belle De Jour

Aug 2012 Deepsha

John F McCullagh

Belle De Jour

Their eyes locked glances at the club
and both knew that, very soon,
their horizontal Mambo starts
back in his suite of rooms.
A hot, slow dance,
One night's romance,
a glass ( or two) of wine.
He's first ballot Hall of Fame
and she is very fine.
Avoiding Paparazzi
they slip out a back door
The famous baseball player
and the girl called Belle Dejour

A poem suggested by the private life of a famous infielder...

Aug 2012 Deepsha

The Empty Nest

Aug 2012 Deepsha

John F McCullagh

The Empty Nest

Our house this night is full of life,
both kids up in their rooms.
We're safe and warm from the harrowing storm
with its lightening streaks and booms.
Yet soon I know, both have to go,
to school, to work, to life.
Then this will be an empty nest
with just me and my wife.

How do birds feel, when, freshly fledged,
their young depart forever.
Do they sing more somberly
when the chicks are not together?
We're creatures of habit, like those birds
I see when we're in the park.
I'll catch myself gazing up the stairs
when both their rooms are dark.

Aug 2012 Deepsha

La Luna, Mon Bel Ami

Aug 2012 Deepsha

AapkiHamesha

La Luna, Mon Bel Ami

If only your few freckles were the few stars I can see outside my city window.

If only that crescent moon was your mischievous wink, or sly smile.

If only I could jump out of my window and hop upon the sky scrapers, higher and higher and rest upon that crescent, rest upon thine shut eye, thy lips.

If only this window, your glasses were gone. I could leap and show you how much I love you. I could show you how high and fast I would jump over the CN Tower and fall again just for you and kiss your freckles on my descent.

Just for you. Just for you.