Thursday, June 16, 2011

What happens when June is just a metaphor?

And now when the rain comes, we can be faithful.

June is just a metaphor with your leg around his neck,sharing his
hollows. It is a month of smooth, raw death but June is
just a poetic element that is a cave. Its a place where the
lines of the song play


when they get back, the rolling stops;
there's no one to stay with


in your head.Your Rooms collide- what happens when


we're like the nudists, the nudist of all


being June- nothing's bare.You touch it when it falls like
a dream around your hair-the dead that never saved you from
rain.Its a month of finding yourself in the puddles, but




June is just a metaphor which spells listen to me, wears a
spacesuit like it could float away to eclipse for real.Like
it could stick its head into the fridge and change
its name without getting soaked till the knee.Like the storm
that threatens to stop the music but doesn't; the calm- 


it is that month.But June is just a metaphor,on a torn
piece of soul with the only blooming hollows, lying 
facedown; on your cheek; inbetween your finger-joints 
when you can't write it down. June remains
a metaphor while love comes to you through T9 as
a typographic error.



3 comments:

Artemisia D. said...

Hi. You have been awarded.

angad said...

sometime si wonder if my T9 dictionary is adamant on making all sorts of freudian slips to mess with my brain..this is what happens when you add all new words into it and they suddenly pop up when that sequence of numbers as perchance been pressed...it makes you stop and go 'shit','damn' or 'awww...' often...complete turnabouts.

Parizad. said...

your writing has been missed.