Leila Samarrai Poems

I was told to drop dead
Drop dead! ?

I – who shatters you upon a lupine rock
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8
In the bed I do not rely on commandments
The roses already fraught with wind
How many clocks do you ask
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Toil for yourselves, toil for yourselves, ye oxen!
about ten-inch square on the lesser hills
thresh for yourselves, thresh for yourselves, ye oxen
thy is the cleaver.
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I squint through the grid
Sweeping
Are the murmurs of childhood
Symbols of intimacy
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Blindness – the fate of the damned one
Hush – the habit of a killer
And dream – the wake of a mortal
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Fluffy, curly-headed, looney ball!
He jumps upward and bounces off the walls.
Thwack! (Kerplunk)
Then he curls up, snoring in his sleep.
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29
The dread of dead birds
In the ambient of a stake-out
Is the song of blood
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After forty days of hunger

From a bird, eye view perspective's being
entered by a demonic fair
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A wassail around the grave
Of the Russian mystic
Lunacy crucified in his eye
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Glass panes beautify life and love
Let them try to break the lens of our homes
And flowerpots fizzing with flowers of sin
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