#lalin2015
you can’t do this when you do this for that
I said
she was Folding
oh so hurriedly!
all the time
in that
Eraserhead style
brr!
only to be replaced
for the next
only to be replaced
for the next
which is not here yet
and will never be
you can’t do this when you do this for that
I said
like a chorus to her verse
of each of these layers
she blindly holds
as if in her hands
with a duh! and a ****
my layers against hers’
finally she hears!
and at once
transforms
to
her dress
socks
shirt
*******
blouse
one by one
by
my song
such a hard hit
only once
tinkles
now as a mantra
in her head
unfolding
all her
hidden
layers
slowly
and patiently
I am fine you know
having just one
everyday still is a different day
by the light
I shine
takes a bit of courage maybe
but she will learn
someday
and
on that
heartfelt day
she will
be
an earnest
puppet
like me
and sing
just as I say
you can’t do this when you do this for that
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
as the long coated tall man digressed
a spinning coin became her translucent globe
permitting a time stretch until a decision was made
the rhythm of spinning
arched her doubts
to a half smiling one armed body
that could pick it up remotely but promptly
in public space
an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage
unhearing unseeing her spectators
while permeating the act through their matter
this last adorably nonchalant grin
hanging the mouth half up and half down
spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’
when the long coated man loomed
she was already holding it firm in her right palm
extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative
of giving it back
raised thousand rehearsals as polluted air
in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate
and dissipated
before the trash could handle the reforming flush
I reached out for her help
with my puppetheadedness
come on I said what is 20 cents
preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least
she, relieved nodded
and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory
which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat!
:)
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
*I know a man
in my heart
Oh so near
Oh so far
There lives a man
in my heart
Oh so near
Oh so far
I pray all the vowels
that I am
he sheds light on
I pray all the vowels
that I am
he sheds light on
to illuminate
this narrow path
made of
made of
breath
One day I will find my way
and be his
sweetheart
One day I will be the
play and
fly
as one Light
as one Sound
as one Heart
I love a man
in my heart
Oh so near
Oh so far
There lives a man
in my heart
Oh so near
Oh so far*
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC
sometimes I am stuck
when she deserts me in her mind
I repeat like a broken record
but that accentuates our song
I am then the blissful chorus
to her nonsensical daily verse
and I give her the credits that she deserves
and she actually is not too bad
eventually
if she wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be here now
or is it maybe even otherwise?
wow
yeah
maybe
even so
so then actually
if I wouldn’t be here She wouldn’t be here!
isn’t that right?
right? isn’t t?
right? isn’t it?
right? isn’t it?
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC