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.
They’re all dead anyway, and it’s a long time
since that neighbor blood was wiped up
And then a cry
floats to her from out of the night somewhere,
rising cold in the glassed-out shining wind
He has made things with his hands.
He knows how to get along with other boys.
He has experienced parliamentary procedure.
At this moment I am wearing what you bought me:
bikini underpants with that striped beast
sewn onto the front, whereof the quilted silk
1. I perceived myself falling in love
in bits and pieces in black and white.
On page 20 she wore a floral robe
Today’s lesson: a black river
which began in the northeast corner
of Utah struggled downward
Born of a sharpness, and set to music.
Glorious things of thee are spoken!
There should be a word for you
Knowing indifference is earth’s
common constituent, I can take comfort
Dusting under nuptial covers,
the virgin working for the matron
wondered what love had been. A light