and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms
Here sits a wood and leather box
inside which lies a treasure.
I keep it there, for it’s not often needed.
i must be careful not to project your shadow
onto this new voice.
it wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be fair.
o grayblock razorwired mother,
what secrets does your ancient womb sequester?
I swim in the salt sea of time,
submerging my soul in the soft swirling
currents of safety
The famished man almost faint with shock ,of hearing this price of the potato chips,and ask the Cashier," what are you trying to pull slick? " The price on the bag is $2.00."
In The United States as a person travels across the country, they will realize that objects are referred to by different names in different parts of the country .
Relationships spin round and round,
some time emotions are up,
some times there down.
A potter’s wheel never spins perfectly level.
we stand across the chasm,
occasionally glancing at each other,
and howl like wounded animals.
If you must mask yourself or play pitiful to appear appealing,
acceptable, accessible, what happens, then,
when the authentic self appears?
T
“Do you know what my Fifteen year old daughter ask me to get her for Christmas?”
Betting in Cricket and Spot -fixing should be illegal and punishable and players should be protected. Sunilism
There is no other elsewhere –
I read that once,
and like an arrow straight and true
it pierced my understanding.