Friday, April 15, 2011

Vacant

Have you been named?

I have been.

Clap your hands and say

Whats in a name?

Name it

Or, you will not find it.

May be it hung to your breath all along,

May be he was sitting outside your door

That sparkling night

With arms crossed...

His name, I forget his name...

Have you been named?

I have,

A name for them,

They have one

For me

Vague, purple, pasted

I say

Name him to find him,

Or he shall go,

Call out,

Whats in a name you say!

Name him Adam,

Whimsy and vacant,

And He shall be humbly yours.

Love-Song

They want a love poem.

He wants a tender-song,

Wrapped in heavy words

Of warm promises mushroomed,

Over-grown with iciness,

Those fickle symptoms of desire,

Always throbbing with hunger for

Love. Love more...

Behold this love tipsy,

This, your love-song,

Dipped in love and lack,

Ah, love, more love?