pinpointed

I dreamed a constellation in my head I arranged each pin of brightness just so the horse the wolf the shape that matches the outline of my heart with every beat a new frieze arisen and I dreamed that I contained all the things they were no need for me to gaze up to the … Continue reading pinpointed

sleepy

the morning sleeps late I will not wake her the sun has risen long ago in silence to not disturb the birds hop quiet and whisper chatterings and the blue like a blanked sings warm sleep deep sleep long the day will still be day when you awaken time will allow in its long reckoning … Continue reading sleepy

just chili (not dangerous)

well burn my mouth you can’t frighten me you old leather thing dry you in the air I crush you taste only in sprinkles call you jalapeño (no no) call you cayenne (uh huh) call you nothing much at all you’re no bishop’s crown you are no Ghost Scorpion (Bhut Jolokia) yes yes-yes I’ve got … Continue reading just chili (not dangerous)

humming

here am I humming as though singing a sing hi-ay-ay-ay ay-aii a-hi-hi-hi-ii it’s evening I am making a tune in my mind over- flowing like music into my ai-ay-ay-aiy hoo-hoo-hoo-oo it’s just like a so-o-ong like sing-i-i-ii-i-ing boo- boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-oo I I-I’m humming a song mmm mm-hmmm-mmm © Frank Prem, 2017 May 2017 Poem #06: three faces