Youre So Pretty!

Youre so pretty I can’t express
Sometimes
You were an ugly baby
I saw the photos

You looked so silly and scared
Then
You were foolish a kid
I thought you looked it

You used to smile simply
Because they told you “Say cheese!”
You looked just like the rest
Only more pitiful
Soaked puppy, you!

But you were thinner then
In a sorrowful frameless way
The bones were still parleying
Which way we grow?

So then
You made up your mind
About what you Like
Like movies and books and music
That are beautiful
And make you beautiful
Made you beautiful
Like you are, now
Perfect and shrouded
Protected

I can’t touch you.

POEM

Poem plonks like
A pebble
Plonk plonk plink
Then- cascade of gravelly stones
Bigger than pebbles, noisier too

The ocean is Mind
It ripples and bulges
Or writhes in convolutions
Of snakes in the water
Or breathes silence

Why can’t we be sacred
In our globed conversations
Can’t we be left to ourselves
Self to self

Can’t we shut out for a second
The usual drone buzz in
And out of everywhere
We do we feel
We touch fingertips
But only a moment

Like puny threads in vastness
We forget we fret
We let stray winds undrive us
We forget
Mutual promises unsaid

Better for once
Than the familiarity of everydayness
Better a polaroid
Than rubbing shoulders in milling mess


(I liked E E Cummings)

PURPLE FOX

Yesterday he morphed
And I saw him turning
Into a flashy purple fox
His edges gleamed
And adjusted themselves
Like graphic sketches
But thick and white.

Yesterday his black hair
Turned sleek and scarred
And a violet shade
His lovely bow legs
Fell to the ground
And he stretched on all fours.

Yesterday the bones
On his face grew deep
Alongside his cheeks
Before they turned black
Deepened darkened
And sucked themselves away.

Yesterday he curved
Low and rigid
Cutting the wind
As he crouched to lunge
And prepared to sprint away
From the pages of this poem.