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  237.     

A(nother) Night Without You

A) fragmented life story
interiority, if you will (i called this one 'alone')
your eyes provoke the night’s conscious panting,
a tangible thickness that collects ceaselessly on all four sides of a dimly lit room
and dries
your mouth, the canvas lampshade in the corner
that licks its lips and closes,
gathering each lonely fragment of the pale gold
into a haze that screams silently through the window
and dies

B) cause maybe I like it this way,
(this one 'a short story written in neon')
your love the bloody bird’s head in the middle
of the sidewalk
and mine the pristine corpse found in the street,

C) yourself,
('the rain in chicago' or 'awakening from a dream')
the overlooked blood in the streets
of a city where they walk the grimy
asphalt not noticing the rain
or each other,
their dreams, or
the gaudy framework they hang them from

D) eafening (or evastating)
either way you see the silence,
it’s still silence
I’ll still sneak out for a cigarette,
at 2: 35 am
and listen to the night air panting as you sleep
(this is too much for me
This is too much for me-e-e-e, me-e-e-e
E)
 
Matt Denis

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  238.     

Flesh Tint

Like a painting by Velazquez
A woman stands
Alone in the frame
Touched by the brush of light
Blossoming.

How did
Flesh Tint reflect Naples Yellow
In this greenish blue room?

What made the sun
Suddenly rise on the palette?

That beggarwoman on Tulsi Pipe Road
That streetwalker in Chicago
What immortal light has washed them
To make her stand here
Naked
In mysterious clarity?

Venice, Barcelona, Madrid, Rome
Florence, Castile, Nice,
Pune, Satara, Valsad, Palanpur, Jaisalmer,
Thrissur, Kottayam,
Hissar, Ludhiana, Muzaffarpur, Bhuvaneshwar,
Ujjain, Jhansi, East Godavari, Karwar,
Vengurla, Alibag,
All geography is as colourless as linseed oil
Pigments come from the sky
Like a naked woman from over the Western Ghats
Luminous.

[Translated from Shesha: Selected Marathi Poems ]
 
Dilip Chitre

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  239.     

the need for drama

let us say, Goliath, finally realized that he
really loves Bathsheba who is now in Chicago finally taking care of the old woman.
Bathsheba sent the rumor that she is now living-in with somebody
and that is the end of their marriage.
Goliath isn't huge at the last, and Bathsheba isn' t that pure anyway.
They lead their own lives now.
As true individuals.

The journey of separate souls
is a big drama.
One does not really like it.
But this happens.

Crying, and then of course at the end,
one gets used to it.
Behind two kissing lips,
the sun rises after.
 
RIC S. BASTASA

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  240.     

Honey, Why Did You Force Me to Let You Go?

My honey, baby, darling dear,
You claimed to love me
But how is it
That you cheated on me

With a woman old enough
To be your mother?
You were my man
I had to choose another.

You thought it was okay
Because I was not there
To sleep with this older woman
For you believed I didn't care.

Instead, I met another man
Who wanted me as bad as you
And took certain measures
To keep me too.

I called you up to let you know
That I would not return
To Chicago, our fair city
It's a lesson you had to learn.
 
Fatenia Oliver

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