Wednesday, September 12, 2012


    Time

A piece of time
and  much ...much
ecstatic silence.
 I live with low vitality and
a distorted  background.
I look at you.

In my bed a hesitant night waiting,
under my feet
my shadow melts.
Tears sing on  Anna purna Ghat *
 a devastated past  froth 

in my coffee cup in Kardomah, 
Blank stare,
In the hollow of the  boat
in Mediteranian,
I am fast asleep.
Drunken sailors assault
the tired singer
singing like broken disc

Time still
or time goes round and round
like a constipated bitch.

I AM IN THE LIGHT
I AM IN THE DARKNESS
THAT TIME
THIS TIME,

WHICH I
WHO AM I ?

@amiyo             * Annapurna Ghat... a bathing ghat
                              on the bank of Ganga
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