be still . . .
brother cockroach
is passing
a peacock
breastfeeding her
baby to
the lullaby
of passing cars
crickets in
bunkers tapping
out psalms
sailing
through a sailor's
dream
into the hell dante
couldn't fathom
autumn noon . . .
the rustle of a
carabao's tail
haunted at
night when children
lay in bed
staring at closets
and windows
sunset . . .
holding a soldier's
entrails
unable to
sleep, i listen to
godzilla
for the seventh
time this evening
cloudy night . . .
sleeping with a
restless moon
the same
words above your
head in a
caption borrowed
from my ex-wife
shy or
non-commital?
day moon
the stench of
dragons, the drone
of locusts,
a laborer bowing
to mirrors
morning quiet . . .
the field holds
its breath
this river
will never sing like
the ganges . . .
her quiet sold to
the highest bidder
listening to
gnats whisper
between breaths
