Sunday, May 27, 2012


Dusk hangs heavy
like swarms of mosquitoes
over juandiced street-lamps
Familial cicadas 
at meal times
had died down 
to leave the aftermath 
chores for me
Night gnaws 
at the door
They gather
their icy palms
over the blue charcoal flames
I peered 
run water and my numb fingers
over stainless steel plates
to see it shine
devoid of stubborn seeds
of sun dried chillies
or an obstinate grain of rice
Pins and needles
my frozen limbs
will be woken up
when he 
with his metal hooks
dangles promises ©

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