PEEPING TOM

In one of them old theatre boxes I reside
With my tiny binoculars I look on life
When you people are whispering to Nature, I peep
And when you poeple are plundering Nature, I still peep
Were it a rosary, it would have buds, too many
When it is me feasting, I peep
When it is me talking, I peep
And even making love. I'd still peep, on me
                     Oh, yes
It's when I am in pain, that I am always right there

PERPLEXITY  

Oh, that circus of words

That small magic theatre

Of their sequences and their embraces

They are so insufficient!

I feel them falling, a little wooden sword,

Of my hands.

TURKESTAN

 

Two rays

Of the Sun behind

And the roaring of the steppe

Will clutch your mind

Watch her while she is swaying

On a drum of a Moon

Just as the heavenly skin

Crackles KHA! She's shouting      

    IIIIIIKH!

Trembling, running     

Losing steps in her gallop

Night and Day,

Slow-boiling one chant:

"Me, I am no seashore"