Tara is a little girl…she does pinwheels and cartwheels on crowded traffic signals and yeah …she has a small baby monkey who helps her…
Tara
Little Tara
Tonight I leave my
Pen to sniff
hunger ghosts
Rumbling in your belly…
Yes..
sniff from
Miles and miles apart
From your own
Ragged world
Of pin wheels
And cartwheels
Emaciated monkey babes
Ah ! In this hollow
Poetic world
Is it only rhythm
I seek …
Even as cold winds
Enter those gaps
Expanding forever
In your innocent
malnourished psyche…
Tara..
little Tara
tell me ..
how to give
a closure
to this verse…
Do I ask
You how
Your new year
Had been
Or..
Do I
Fish that
Rusted coin
From the bottom
Of my purse and
Toss it on
To your eager
Waiting palm
Tara..
Little Tara
Tell me
Helpless as I am
Shrouded
In my opulent hypocracy
…
As you are
…shivering
In your humble poverty
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
Tara is a little girl…she does pinwheels and cartwheels on crowded traffic signals and yeah …she has a small baby monkey who helps her…
Tara
Little Tara
Tonight I leave my
Pen to sniff
hunger ghosts
Rumbling in your belly…
Yes..
sniff from
Miles and miles apart
From your own
Ragged world
Of pin wheels
And cartwheels
Emaciated monkey babes
Ah ! In this hollow
Poetic world
Is it only rhythm
I seek …
Even as cold winds
Enter those gaps
Expanding forever
In your innocent
malnourished psyche…
Tara..
little Tara
tell me ..
how to give
a closure
to this verse…
Do I ask
You how
Your new year
Had been
Or..
Do I
Fish that
Rusted coin
From the bottom
Of my purse and
Toss it on
To your eager
Waiting palm
Tara..
Little Tara
Tell me
Helpless as I am
Shrouded
In my opulent hypocracy
…
As you are
…shivering
In your humble poverty