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  145.     

Exeter Hotel

In the mid of shoe stores and dimly lid bars
It's the whiskey cocktail as attractive as a jar
Moth velvet as potted palm gifts
Who would not be stunned if the front desk insists

Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel, no signature or proof of identity required

Climb the four flight stair
Lock the door and fall into a softer chair
That the bed's made, that the white robe's fade
Just a man, who stays on his own

Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel no signature or proof of identity required

Smothered, the reports straight and set
Thistle as even as omelet
The pallet scoop to favor
Just a blanket shaving at end

Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel no signature or proof of identity requires
 
Pierre Rausch

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  146.     

Fufu Momo and Kottu

Noises of different tongues
Occupying stoves in the kitchen
It is not belonged to any one
But belonged to a time

Spreading smells of continents
It is the global identity of art
Every one washes in same sink
Using the water in common

Asia Africa Arabia and Eastern Europe
People in the kitchen being refugees
Using material in same some extent
Make and cook the identity of own

Using flour and flour made
Decorate in an exhibition hall
Like amateur painters pain
Create noises and silence in mixture

Identity of meat flour and leaves
Transformed into their own
On and in the cooking pots
Steam becomes smells


Fufu in the vessel
Pasta in very common
To be well cooked
An African guy in a struggle

Momo like oysters
Made in art by a Tibetan woman
A Nepali prepares Chapatti
Burnt culture of secularity

Leeks, Carrots and green chilly
Cutting into pieces Rotti
In a war like their home
Making Kottu in loud
Everyone looking in surprise
Occupied Sri Lankans noise in kitchen

In two three hours war of kitchen
Gradually becomes calm
One of the oldest in the camp
In midnight begins to cook

Washing everything in psychiatric clean
Cooks Halal singing a song
He is called ex- mayor in his land
Midnight ghost of different rhythm
 
Udaya R. Tennakoon

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  147.     

What 'Fit' Would I Want

Identity?
I've had one for so long.
All my life,
I have lived to perfect it.
I don't get upset with those with none.
Those who prefer to turn away and run...
If confronted!

Identity?
I know who I am without question.
Acceptance I don't seek.
Not from those
Who believe my identity
Might leave others afraid to speak.
Those familiar with others,
Who shuffle along with stances weak.

I have no problem,
Being me and that might offend.
'Too bad! '
'Get over it! '
Nothing else or more is there...
I care to share with them!
What 'fit' would I want,
If that which I enjoy...
Provides me comfort?
 
Lawrence S. Pertillar

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  148.     

Official Existence

'Join each other and group yourselves,
But for Heaven's sake do not name yourselves;
Do anything and everything: cultural political and social,
But be sure to remain strictly unofficial'.
How can one be without a name or identity?
Can he unofficially exist in a well-known city?
Identity denied, existence denied;
Leaders can no longer upon be relied.
So let us join together and defend our identity,
Because our very existence depends on it.
 
Shushan Artinian

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