Thorani
Friday, October 4, 2019
Satchid Anandan writes
No
Time
There is no
more time, but
there are some evil
deeds
yet to
accomplish.
To divide lovers,
to spread hate and harvest death,
to lead a
revolution
that denies
happiness
to everyone,
equally.
All this calls
for hard work.
I have the time
for it,
and the
impatience too.
Moses -- Frida Kahlo
Satchid Anandan writes
Learning
Languages
I would love to
learn languages,
Santali,
Balochi, Catalan, Slovenian.
In all these
tongues
we can say
‘love’;
we can say
‘kill’ too.
It is too late;
no time even to
design a time-piece
maybe, I can
design a verse-piece
Languages walk
past the age of love
bent over a
walker.
I too will go,
to the land
where I have plenty of time
to learn
languages
and then
I will kill you
with love.
Towards the Forest II -- Edvard Munch
Alyssa Trivett writes
Friday/Near
Weekend Bliss
I
couldn't scrawl a poem
on
the way to work.
My
coffee corpse eyes
were
rolling down the
overflowing
river
and
my carpal tunnel
shocked
rollercoaster drop wrists
shook
like a swaying couple
at
an outdoor Alanis Morissette concert.
I
counted seconds at the stoplight
and
said a quick prayer today
would
go okay.
Now
that school is over
I
hear fireworks every night
knocking
on my window as
unemployed
birds wanting to
have
conversations about why
Gary
painted his house yellow or
about our
new mailman who rips open birthday cards.
I
don't keep track.
I
just sit in a windowless room
spewing
lines seven and a half
patrons
will read.
If
is worth anything, nowadays,
in
a jibber-jabber status update
satisfaction
of notifications
and
gas tank on E lemme fill up
'fore
it hits $4 a gallon again
and
neighbors crowd my lawn
to
discuss it and siphon
chewing
tobacco at me
as
I chug down coffee bits
in
my morning talk show routine
of
my own introversion.
