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PAR AVION  A journey in four poems

6/28/2013

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 Londinium Grimenides

London, you are a peckish
rain bird & we
your tiny crumbs

London your psalms
are written in grey
newspaper weeping
beneath our feet

centipede millipede
centipede millipede

i alone am singing

in the gap

 Stupendum Bombasticae

Bombay forever arriving
you are a fastly
blotting damp, feathering

high tides tickle, trickle 
down your throttle, gurgling
in bulbous claws of stick
shifts you bare

incessant velocities
coal crows & ash
pigeons flecked
with improbable

brilliantine, the unsullied
albino pianos
of egrets plying
teeth music like
mimes on a raucous

promenade while
rebel cadres of crows make
mayhem, eke
out a living like most
of your precarious

flock, Bombay you are flapping
unwrapping your giant
drum rolls of wings, vast 
as infinite vowels dropped

from Ahura Mazda’s sky, Bombay
we are all becoming
your carrion you take &
take us leaving only

the bare bones of our
solos, our scattered
keys, white as
the egrets’ music.


 Canarium Konkani

Moon-Spider stayed up all night & spun you
a coverlet of stars, Goa
you arise  & toss them

away, a net into your glassy
seas but always they are
returning to you like 

cadences to my tongue, we are 
all errant tide-children
wiggling in our silver
scales only you 

are weightless, Goa
your twin wings of
water & sand

ether & reality weaving
a dance twisted as
a mangrove arm

a mongrel dream.

Crow-Calyx Kolachi

once you were Kolachi,  muslin wing
mother bird, diaphanous laugh;  that soft
woman went the way of wetlands
 wish bone  stuck in the throat 
of murdered mesmerizing sea

now, Karachi, your consonants are  hard
claws  come to clutch
as i do. tightly

knuckled up, all your birds 
are men, Karachi, only
instead of eyes, beaks are  pecking
pressing  against the last
 egress of my iris

Karachi, I see
your wounded evenings flee
their captors yet even as 
they board the last light countless
 eyes crow in the sky

mark, proliferate  a smug smog 
glyph of sanctioned  graffiti, thumbnail
 my lyric,  gargled garbled in static, 
those  thousands of paper cuts making

 my skin your sea, Karachi, an elegy
 floating at the mouth


 
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