abstract politician soup by rajivmathur, literature
Literature
abstract politician soup
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that makes more sense than the world,
maybe if some changes are made.
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just put them together,
those odd strange figures.
will dipping them in paint
Figurine in Captivity
I often imagine you trapped in headphones,
Caught in a vise of electro-amazement.
When you run ahead of my lingering eyes
Always across the purest page, holding out
Your paper hands to me, I think of capture.
If I chained you all to an airline seat,
Forever next to me, would it be horror?
If I locked you all in a laser tag hall,
A plastic gun shining in your calloused hands,
Would it be action, tortured eyes wide with hate,
Or drama, worship in those ever-clear eyes
That turn to me and see new colors?
Would that I could say there's no difference
Between a dream and an illusion.
But why the trap? The ivor
"Without You v2.0"
Darkness surrounds me
enveloping, caressing, smothering.
I turn on the lightswitch of my mind
sending thoughts scattering like
insects at the radiant brilliance.
I find myself thinking, pondering
what my life would be life without you.
Never feeling your soft caress
as you lay beside me in bed.
Never seeing the candlelight
dance in your emerald eyes.
Never hearing your cascading laughter
refreshing as a waterfall in the desert
to my soul...
Without you I would be a ignorant zombie
walking around. Never whole, always yearning.
Just as dead, just not realizing it.
Because I had never met that one thing
Amorodor
Naked
on the crumpled sheets
i smell you:
Mint bubbles
that clung
your hair menthol soft,
Silk bubbles
that coated
your body spring green,
And salt.
Further down
beneath the folded blanket
i smell you:
Soul bubbles
that cloaked
your navel chlorine white,
And salt.
I inhale,
tasting these memories
as i add my own salt
and silk and soul.
If only you were still
on my bed.
tobie
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march 2000