Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
He strikes a match and she strikes a match;
these first two
go out before they can light the candle
You said you wanted to see
some baby pictures of me.
So here they are. Before you look at them
In a blow to Marxist thought, our romance red-shifted
from farce to tragedy. I had the paper trail to prove it,
a receipt from the erotic bakery with your phone number
The difference in the speed of the thought process of a man who has just snorted coke and a man who hasn’t is a very strange number which has a cosmic meaning, that is, it enters into the cosmic processes. This number is 27,000.
Good Sam is a dealer.
Good Sam is one of the biggest dealers in the world.
Good Sam deals high quality grass and hash.
Here I am, alone in my room, feeling lonely.
Loneliness is horrible. This is an objective
statement. Sometimes I think to objectify
The silks of France will always be finer than those of England,
and the woolens of England finer than those of France,
and we are born wanting
Hi Roy. Hope all is well;
just wanted to drop a line
to let you know we miss you.
Drawing draws us in-
volving us further and stretching
attention it sketches reaching
A fire truck goes by‚
On its way to the station
With a low roar‚