Poetry: April 15, 2003

Here is some verse to slip in your purse…


Learn to carve out the time 
You need to be daft and dithering 
Otherwise 
It disinfects your slithering!

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I took the acorns from her hand 
Because they had trees inside
I left the diamonds on the tip of her tongue 
Where the surface of her saliva 
Is surfed by suffocating sharks
Which drown another diver

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FOR JIMI (AND OTHER RAINBOW BLUESMEN)

My guitar is collecting kisses
Though its shoulders ride high
For only one Mrs .
Who sleeps beneath my strings
I bend her belly when my siren sings
Who fireproofs the smoke 
Which rise from my abysses
And fryers my layers 
Like onion rings

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I was looking for a one eyed girl
Who would only see my side of the world
Instead I got a one eyed Jack 
And now I'm looking for my money back!

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if I could contain the wind 
then I could contain your heart 
but if I could contain your heart
then the pieces would fall apart
if the pieces then fell apart
it would scatter all the birds 
that forms the shape 
that makes your heart 
flutter 
when I'm speaking words

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ODE TO MY 41ST SPRING:

These are days of sweet cakes
And apple cinnamon brandy
Then come the nights of love bites
Which Vampires steal like candy

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slowly do the dandelions roar in fading tones
they are wilting from their wanting 
and detaching from their moans
they are carving out new landscapes
in the core of what's left of their mind 
a picture of a flower fades 
but a portrait of a beast behind 

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ODE (OWED) TO SONY:

The pool drained what
Was left of my blood
So I swam
In a cardboard sea 
then I got boxed up
And put in a closet
And after I got bottled up
They'd stolen my deposit!


COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA, MILANO 15TH APRIL 2003 
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED