Waking Hazards
En route to an airport,
From over a high drawbridge,
signs visible through redness:
"Stop the killings now. Budweiser, born on 10 8 2007." And others promising heaven. In the distance a fluorescent seaport before dawn glowing like a Nazi death camp.
It is in this state of bruised sleep That my body quivers for you, Adrienne, Like a dog dreaming about hares It will never catch.
My Poems
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Night Music
An extremely delicate ghazal, "Karoge Yaad To" from "Bazaar". This is my loose translation:
"If you will try to remember, every word will become vivid. And every second of passing time will come to a standstill.
Moon will become a mirror for those past seasons. In the drifting clouds, someone's face will be seen. And all your sad roads will point in a certain direction.
Weathers, rainy and wet, will turn to fog and mist. And in the melting wax of candles, a heart's clear imprints. And in the henna covering your hands, some old memories.
Where the alley turns, the eye of a deserted door Will show you the way to someone you seek. Your sight will travel afar, and will return.
If you will try to remember, every word will become vivid. And every second of passing time will come to a standstill."
Music Posts
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