§
Spitting tulips
Trapped in time
Blanket on a picnic dancing
Meanderthals in corporate drab
Are chasing skirts
As they are panting
And shifting the accounts
Into smaller
(And smaller)
amounts
until your check,
and its perspective
weigh less than
an ounce!
§
separate her from her hair
and all you'll find are split dreams
she's in two minds about her heart
and the arrows that have ripped its seams
there are pigeons who dream of eagles
yet don't begrudge the crumbs of man
but she is angry with herself
for all the feathers
out of season
clutching
in her hand
§
once I sneaked into a parade
peacock bright but uninvited
I carried a sign that served
as shade, it read:
THE END OF THE WORLD IS NEARSIGHTED!
executive columns triangulate
that an exasperated loser tried it
I may have struggled,
but I shrugged and led
poised to collect
my arm was bled
distended
and with loopholes amended
David was giant in his own deck
though the halls were wet
when his reign had ended
limelight squeezed into the eye
make thought like
gurgling bubbles dwindle
I threw a dove into the sky
it came back bruised and swindled
with Wilsons
who had lost their will
and Mendelssohns
that must be mendeled
§
the grapes of wrath
shed their vines
before the leaves
can become valentines
and before surprise has taken root
it drops cracked raisins as its fruit
that blacken the smile like teeth from boot
and steals calico
from the dresses of carolines
it deducts in taxes what it pays in fines
with wine soaked,
blood stained loot
a tailor's chalk mark underlines:
when you cut the cloth
to fit the crime,
the form
will follow
suit
§
Whatever road you travel
Though suspect, love the traveller
A rope, composed of knotted hope
Soon pulls up its unraveller
§
Let fresh paragraphs into your mind
To scatter your old chickens
And don't forget from time to time
To let Charles handle your Dickens!
§
if Krishna had no intuition
beasts would flail beyond their hides
and gravity would lose the scale
that weights the keys
beneath the tides
so love will never fail
I once heard Tupac in a dream
Say that Lies are dice
that singes fresh holes
In paradise
And scatters all the cream
That clot like cotton,
Soon for sale
And attacked
By things unclean
Look!
Bucks are bouncing through the snow!
Their antlers picnic through the flakes
That blanket all but chimney tops
And the breath they fail to take.
Some birds have no ambition
Wave riders some who float the air
Others see flying as a dare
And hug the gravel
With doubt
I'm the bird who's gone fishin'
For sunken pirates,
Mermaids, sanity
and trout
§
I can only fall asleep
Dreaming of lost sheep
Their dark wool hides
The stripes they keep
Their underbelly raw and tender
The milk is strong
And bittersweet
But honey to the blender
I once ignored their
Mournful bleats
Now I return to sender
§
your Maitreya
COPYRIGHT SANANDA MAITREYA – MILAN NOVEMBER 1ST 2003
ALL RIGHT RESERVED AND PROPERTY OF TREE HOUSE PUBLISHING