Poems

Deserted

The day flows past the newspaper spreads I leave unread
 
crammed with words, a surfeit of images
 
Whenever I forget what I was about to say, even what I do speak
 
is wiped from memory
 
Isn’t it funny how some days are given titles
 
all hanging there in eternity
 
 
What did you expect
 
Every language is really a goodbye
 
Every language is a manifold despair
 
 
Innocence is too big for your mouth
 
China consumes small bodies
 
every time you buy its goods
 
Yes, you dreamed of a universe
 
Life is Made in China
 
 
I’m silent as a classroom mid-exam
 
There was something I forgot
 
or was too shy to share
 
 
In my heart there is a dark and vaulted well
 
How crowded I am on the outside
 
how deserted within