Thursday, February 11, 2010


Buried under the chasm of your mind
all those regrettable !
where would you run
from the memory of
sunset dusk ?

And some vermilion sunrise
your animal closeups,
or that reflection
of your surprising agony
of nearness,face to face ?
where do you think
you would hide your tears !

We all shall return with the procession
of crpse and their memories
their groans and their grunts
to the disfigured graves,
wouldn't we?