"takeshi" poems
read me that passage once again
you know
the one about the guy
who’s got his finger
stuck where it shouldn’t be?
spinning it all the way to the top
and shocking anyone within his view
sammy was his name
and his friends called him
the swami
you would see him often
biting the wing of his chicken
(and shaking his head)
the captain would ask
“you call this a pastime sammy…you call this a pastime?”
sammy would say
“it’s fine…it’s fine…yes…yes…it’s what i do”
and no one seemed to mind
(save for the chicken)
he was a descendant of the eastern block
a shipol they’d say
fingers pruned
eyes red (and full of hope)
toss me one of those medicine balls…and let someone else call the show! today’s line up; boulder dash and surfboards of death! (for they always seem to keep the captain amused)
a big belch
from the little man
has sammy grinning
ear to ear
un-kept teeth
and blackened nails
do not cross his mind
(for he’s all about pulling compliments from the day!)
hey wait, he’s stomping now…and mad!
hey wait…it’s passed (look at that, he’s already moving on!)
catch you on the rebound swami!
catch you there indeed!
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
In the serenity twilight time, we were just breathing in the deep orange color air.
We could feel only our young heart beating were resonating regularly.
Finally, your trembling lips and husky voice it just finished voice changes devote the long silence.
.......Te quiero
He squeezed out the word from parched throat, then ran away.
I didn't know even what is "love" means, but he released his fire arrow towards my innocent heart so deep,,,so deep.
I was just shivering for inexperienced shock and felt there were something which started to burn myself from inside.
Ah, His unstable low husky voice.
Exhilarated redden face.
Glazed auburn eyes like crystal
Thick pale pink lips were seemed so dry
A scratch on his shaved face.
I had never thought about he is certainly growing.....
..................What dose he want me to do?
Asking myself again and again...but could't find answer.
Becoming afraid of greeting tomorrow.
...................Tell me, what's goin on between us.
feeling dizzy and crouched down on the spot.
With deep purple darkness it lies placid and sheltered me so silently.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC