//friend//

What is our end?

You are always in my bag
along with other papers like

identity proof
bank papers and
other important papers
which I hardly
recognize and remember

I acclaim I carry you
always
in my impressive cells of memory
and in fact I do
pushing you in the dark hole
of the bag
important as my life
and tie you
within a fold,
zip up for security.

Believe me,
You are as important as my bag
that much resembles with
a waste paper basket
where I placed you carefully
along the spectacle cover
and the old pen
for my signature.

neither you nor my bag
will ever leave me
until my successor takes up the
flag for its new government
until I am reduces to a
squire inside an album
or a sound for them.

A promise I made to carry you
neither your face nor your body
neither your memory nor your name
but you, only you
till tomorrow
before a sunrise.

//SPIDER//

The spider always webs its net

for me

everywhere

 

includes the woman

 

who only presented pain

in a box

whom I too presented pain

in a box

that looked like mind.

 

the spider

included the woman

in its net

that netted me  since

child lisped

first time a vowel

until the vowel lisped out

from the toothless mounds

continue to claw my time

along with the woman

webbed with me

clattering love.

 

 

The woman whispered a pain

into me

 

the very day

that spider followed the woman

before the  last’s last’s last winter

knitting her child’s knickers

spinning  round and around me

a fence was made out

barring me from mine

my affair

included the woman

suffering

the suffocations of life

 

she nailed a sigh

somewhere

below the bosom

 

smiled bemoaning her

like the nail stuck her as struggle.

 

 

The spider webbed me

and webbing me

with woman

in every corner

where it hatches its

household geometry

for a generation’s

unsolved dilemma

in the dart and dust

called family