Bliss . Cellphones . Independence Square

24 08 2009

Bliss.

Paddy
Field.

Coconut
Tree.

Blue
Wave.

Fiery
Sun.

Slow
Elephant.

Brown
Face.

Home
Again.

Bliss.

cellphones.

orangebluesilverplastic
shiny new and slightly faded
scrolling streaming surfing screaming
fingers blur.

cellphones
bhangradiscotweeting birds
shrill and chiming
always interrupting
something else.

cellphones
full of secrets
untold stories, dates broken
calls unanswered.

sms sadist, cli anguish.
cellphones
smaller faster smaller smaller
goodnews badnews nonews gossip
pictures pop up smiling
friendly camera clicks.

oops.

Independence Square

The lions are sitting in rows,
on Independence Square.
Their stone eyes are fixed and sad.
They’re watching the people
who pass them at dawn
and at sunset,
wearing their oldest clothes –
no one can tell how
clever or happy they are.

The relentless constitutional,
around, around, around.
The girls in search of the boys
in search of the girls.
The middle-aged parents
In pursuit of their
once waistlines.
Fleeing from the coronary
That follows close behind.

The lions are sitting in rows,
In Independence Square.
They’re all exactly sixty years old.
They sit and they sit,
and they listen to the rich old men
in faded tennis shoes,
discuss the economy,
in low voices before they
start touching their toes.