Indira Donegan Poems
|1.||Little Girl Playing Guitar||12/29/2012|
|5.||Thinking The Unthinkable||1/17/2016|
|7.||Intemperance Served Two Ways||1/24/2016|
|8.||Breaking The Man||7/19/2006|
|10.||Letter To Neftali||7/19/2006|
|11.||Into The West||7/19/2006|
|12.||Children Of An Najaf||7/19/2006|
|13.||The Trouble With Running||7/19/2006|
|14.||On Your Departure||7/19/2006|
|15.||All For Nothing||7/19/2006|
|16.||The Tragedy Of Compromise||7/19/2006|
Comments about Indira Donegan
The Tragedy Of Compromise
He had some growing up to do.
Oddly it was his boyish charm
That kept me perpetually interested.
That and the music.
My closest thing to a soul mate
When it came to musical preferences.
His body screamed of potential
Albeit weighed down a bit by
Fast food and take out.
It didn’t matter much,
Even though I noticed.
The way he ate was in a word,
Every pass of the fork from
Plate to mouth
Was unsure of itself.
At first I thought he was shy.
Maybe he was just intimidated.
When he laughed, his hand would
Cover his ...
The Trouble With Running
My biggest fear
(next to machete wielding 8 year-olds)
Is dying of dehydration in my sleep
Before a thorough session in a confessional.
I awaken, stifled and miserable,
Only to rise and see a
Body outlined on my sheets, my own
Sweat vice the traditional chalk.