two horisons

on Sunday afternoon
the foxes had a feast
a feast to celebrate the summer rain
i watched from a distance
of how the clouds formed two horizons

like water and oil

the two mediums that couldnt mix

the forgotten tune

the smell of warm milky chai in the morning
lingers on til early evening

her voice on the telephone

elevating with excitement the sound of comfort

she hums that almost forgotten tune

the one i remember from my youth

a year later we meet

I had to leave you and go away but I
think about you everyday and
in the morning and the afternoon
I wish that i could see you soon
--Herman Dune

when its sung

you can write it how ever you like

but it always sounds better when it's sung

scattered mind

reflections from a scattered mind

a collection of inanimate objects

a step in the creation of order

organized disorganization

circles and squares

you talk in circles

i think in squares

you rise in the morning

with the sun to the east

as i climb into bed

mumbling my drunken goodnights

Bangladesh

i ll take the monsoons

i wont cry for the digital boxes

i just want to go back to the simple life