Inik Barr


Horsehair Telescope - Poem by Inik Barr

This body in which on the first day, I did not create? Do I possess my soul or is this too another’s? If I tried to leave Earth with my body, it would perish? And my soul? My soul is not human? is yours? Is the first heart beat not mine, but second is? Or the third? My fur in patches, scales in patches. Warm bear help me, make my soul whole, bare feet on the frozen snow. Cheekbones in a different land. I’m defrosting in my dreams. And it hits me upon waking that a cheekbone in this land wanders, our cheekbones never meeting but in another land they became heavily acquainted.
Fur in patches.
Telescope.
Physical blunders.
Changing the landscape with hands of fire.
Horsehair. A sanctuary, golden cobra.
Fishes kisses, rush of blood, two rights make a light. Burnt out eyes and bleeding blue lips, follow this yellow road. Sealed with spit and words.
Battered thighs. A masculine curse.
A deer in a war zone, jumping at wire, limbs flying everywhere. A wolf could not see. Desperation, medication, meditation, illumination. Psycho-sociological, desert dweller. I do not envy your chemical twist, but the stamina indeed.
Fur in patches, energy blunders, telescope, horsehair, yes I’m done, papas curse, chemical crops, dripping blood, oblivion

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Horsehair Telescope by Inik Barr

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



[Report Error]