Monday, February 25, 2008

I have left you behind

I have left you behind. I feel lonely.
What redeems it is the idea only.

(Thanks to Joseph Conrad)

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Of my love, I tell him by


Of my love, I tell him by
inscribing it in words, but I
think he does not figure it.
He is strategically illiterate.

I continue to hammer
the point; I flirt rashly
with loud phrases; my sentences brashly
declare my love. He chooses to pick on grammar.

He seems not to know that love and language
go out of step; they dance curiously
with each other, then get tired and sit and think.
Their
colourless green ideas sleep furiously.