Poetry: April 13, 2003

FOR YOU WHO REQUIRE THIS (I HEARD YOU IN YOUR SLEEP):

I came to a conclusion
That boxed me in
And blacked out the landscapes
Where my sheep were grazing 
I lost my virgo ( balance )
And took a hazing 
For a spell Grace was 
Nothing close to amazing 
I was spitting fire 
Way up from the deep 
I was throwing stones 
At things that moved
I was quarreling with 
The worms of yesterday
And this scared tomorrow's
Birds away


 

LAMENTATIONS OF TIME N° 6

Once I fought a legion's army 
In praise of the seven sins
If they were good enough 
For our fathers 
They were good enough 
For my men
We goaded dragons
into battle
By taunting them
With firewood
We collected the bones 
And built new weapons 
We gambled with our 
Neighbour's debts 
And mapped out exits 
Where once were veins
We came to see virtue 
As but another veil 
That drowns a man 
Beneath his snake
And steals the value 
Of his stake 
Then assumes the shape
Of rigor mortis 
And places a question
Where his mouth is 
The tigers of our youth are parked 
Next time, 
I bet the tortoise.


COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA, MILANO 13TH APRIL 2003
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED