Naveed Akram Poems

Your fire is purpler than the soul in a furnace,
Treading on leavened bread is soft and tough.
For the fires are fit to die and leap into chasms,
One fights their journeys towards the cities.
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One has dug into the deep abyss
And unlocked a quarry for the stars
And heathens to enjoy at their last.
One shot into the under dark is finer
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I have created a doctor in my apartment,
His house lies here too late when the snow
Surprises and errs, lazily the snow snatches.
I have been the doctor of the reality in rises,
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Alone, the waters rise to the top
Of the beaker so working and swift;
My heated eye was the brother of byes.
A certain cyst was criminal and lists
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Some do sin in the pool of brilliant price,
A price is on, a prison shall swallow.
A man with rice is offering the dames
A little of everything, a little of a lot.
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I have neared the light shaking my tongue,
It acts with language extinguishing the light;
The candles burn like torches of the sky,
The sky believes in us, with its rays of light
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Papery wasp
Bought with painful metals,
The nest speaks to
Us in a whirring.
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I was aghast at fists of strength,
Stronger than abodes of livid rage;
The burning fire exhausts the self
Solving the selling of abuse.
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I begin with beginning, story after story,
The overflowing words are mere birds
Flying to their homes and nests like lightning
Natural as the wind and as much as meaning.
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I spin the pepper in my hands,
Keeping it in the flow of ice cream;
This foundation overwhelms me
Like the taste of squid.
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