Writing a Poem: Live

For a while, I have not written anything which rhymes
so I think I will just write one, now,
about the gut-wrenching deeds of troubled times,
and all which was not heard, smelt, felt, or saw.

Moments later, a shot of neat whiskey giggles down in a gulp,
and thoughts dis-assemble to form words;
nostrils shiver with the smell of boiling chicken – juicy pulp,
and thoughts are observed from at a distance – like in the sky, flying birds.

And then, thoughts of a woman comes, for whom earrings on credit were bought,
and miles were effortfully travelled to reach the place of her presence;
a new, modern form of style – never acknowledged – was taught,
and flowers were carved in sturdy rocks to dissolve in her essence.

Her thoughts leave my fingers trembling, senses hunting for a matchbox.

Then, another thought of a woman with active gesture, lively presence, comes;
she gave a poet recognition, a recluse company, a miser gold;
for her, attention was derived from delusion; answer from complex sums;
and soul to the devil, often denied and pushed aside, was sold.

Her thoughts leave me gasping for breath, like a person suffering from asthma.

I: Part 2

I am the bitterness of alcohol,
and the nausea of cigarettes on a hungry stomach. 

I am the facial expression during an orgasm,
and the last wipe under regret which follows.

 I am the advertisement of a gentleman’s death in a daily newspaper,
and the all-giver saint’s ad on a passenger train’s window.

I am the eye’s blink at 2 in the night,
and the first deep sleep in a new city.

I am the sadness in blues,
and the warmth in a sweater knitted by mother.

I am the last rites of the dead,
and the squeak of the infant’s first toy.

 

Reputation

Fo a couple of weeks,
I have let go
of my sense of reputation
like a lioness
lets go of her cubs.

I have followed my heart’s desire
to the rainforest –
its unexplored streams,
the chirp of birds,
the flutter of leaves,
the rattle of snakes;

all in the curls of
the length of her hair.

Don’t Think Twice It’s All Right

Well, it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Even you don’t know by now
And it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It’ll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
And it ain’t no use in turning on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

So it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain’t no use in calling out my name, gal
I can’t hear you any more

I’m a-thinking and a-wonderin’ walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

So long honey, baby
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbye’s too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well

I ain’t a-saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right.

Thank you, Bob Dylan.