BOOMBOX

BOOMBOX

we sat peacefully
you beat us up

we laughed
at you

you beat us up

we took pictures
you beat us up

the world said
        no more
more

you beat us up

you told the world
we did the beating
you beat
us up

we took
a beating

we showed the world
our scars, our wound,
our bruises
you beat us up

the world said
that’s enough

we walked into your
high sanctuary

playing
a boombox

boombox boombox
boombox boombox

had
   a party

celebrating
your disappearance

DAWN

DAWN

dawn

but it is never
a true dawn is it?

always just a metaphor
for a thing that can never be

and so that border zone
between soft light
and soft darkness
must surrender

the light proclaims itself
another day, and
big deal

soon the machine warms up
sets itself the task
of fulfilling
        the mandate

day as before, as yesterday,
as every day that has ever been

CA-CHING

CA -CHING!

 

I asked the I Ching

am I loved?

 

made

a full inquiry

 

so many moving lines

I fear

    every line moving

 

so many possibilities, dimensions,

levels of speculation

 

in the light of which

             impossible to come up

with a

  solid interpretation

 

except to notice

 

     that, like the wind, you

                            came

 

and are now gone