Welcome to the
pain and amusement park
The lowered hurdles,
the galleries of sleep
I know it hurts you all
to see me here
Believe me, it hurts me too
You didn't exactly expect bullets,
did you?
We aren't all human
Ask about
- Dogs talking of stupidity
- Geese honking before time
- Cows
Cows don't know a Sunday from
a Monday, what do cows know?
* *
Clearly these are not human
Take the one in front of you
He wants to bleed
without getting himself wet
Ah! Absurdity and religion
That's what you get
- An order to laugh
“Don’t be upset
Don’t be upset”
I'm going out and
walk around till I get beat up,
the next dog who
mentions buttons
The universe is wet
Cornfields, wheat fields,
fire and brick
(and a no. of other things
which I am too young
to relate)
“Now I lay thee
down to sleep”
Does this seem
strange and familiar
somehow?
Looking into all the possible
night windows
You think they are alive
and you try getting them
to speak
But you see it's no use
– Emotionally asleep...
* *
Sons of the sleepless
Postured gentlemen (gentle swans)
Daughters of the dead
How we dream!
We do
* *
You bow and come before
the farmer or the judge
and repeat what
was expected of you
Rule, reason, prayer
'I might have made it
through the day, if
she hadn't let down
her hair
It would've been all right
I know it...'
Your reasons
You keep boiling them down
Boiling them down
Boiling them down
Till the vat goes
poof
Or you work for the publishers
until your brain becomes
a lima bean
And then you smoke your pipe
and think about
that…
A planet of contemplators…
I'm afraid your brain is gone, my dears
Now here come
the cartoons
* *
Have you ever had the true
laughter
driven out of
your body?
Have you ever seen
a small white cloud form
within easy reach?
(Have you ever seen the dwarfs
perform?)
Have you?
– Bugs with their
puny faces
– Giant butterflies trying to sleep
on a train
– Clown birth?
It used to be a laugh
Now it's a signal
The specimens are speaking,
ladies and gentlemen
We all have party hats on…
Let us reach
underground and
remember
– The lick that
starts the ice
– The wax that will
The hands that
put us through our motions…
Then we'll sit down
in old chairs
You could show me passports
I could show you
the broken flesh of dreams
* *
I want you to
face the toys
Ladies and gentlemen
Before someone
has killed someone real
I want you to look close…
See the scars?
The burns?
The terror?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be the change you're pushing for. Life is like poetry...we don't want to hear about it, show by example. A good pen, none-the-less =) Very forceful delivery