If Jesus was born today
it would be in a downtown motel
marked by a helicopter's flashing bulb.
A traffic warden, working late,
would be the first upon the scene.
Later, at the expense of a TV network,
an eminent sociologist,
the host of a chat show
and a controversial author
would arrive with their good wishes
They sent me a salwar kameez
&nb sp; peacock-blue,
& nbsp; and another
glistening like an orange split open,
embossed slippers, gold and black
&nbs p; points curling.
Candy-striped glass bangles
&n bsp; snapped, drew blood.
Like at school, fashions changed
&n bsp; in Pakistan -
And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
Like black, diamond nights come in sequence, with glittering enlightenments.
I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, serving justice and enforcing eternal law,
Like moonlit streets of reddest sunset, where white lily can say what she saw.
I was often seen outdoors on foot, walking beneath singing trees of my beat,
Monitoring the urban community, as golden yesterday time deemed obsolete.
Friends were featured in fading Fridays, as the vivid hued town saw us again,
I blind myself with the workers nail.
For the work I seek, I only fail.
Without you here I may just be impaled.
Now I keep myself jailed.
For tears I am told to not let prevail.
But I cannot prevent my unveil.
blood flows instead just like my past.
I was a vivacious, aroma loving barista, laboring midnights in a coffee shop,
Offering tasty drinks to fellow night owls, while others dreamed of lollipops.
My work was so pleasant and suited me, for I was enamored of neon nights;
And I had forever been this way, as sable beauty is seen in a different light.
I was an eager connoisseur of coffee, and we offered so many rich varieties,
Underneath the pink, hoot owl moon, like lush offerings under papaya trees.
Friends and I were like night and day, and we had wild times when we could,
He has a burden for her now -
She caught wind of it some how -
Her subdued repose astounds -
Her inner cry the only sound : -(
If I could bottle her inner peace.
I could put the boss's mind at ease.
His grimaced angle would but cease
he'd retire her to green grass to feast.
I was a perky lost and found coordinator, reuniting people with possessions,
As pink-orange, diamond sunset rejoins us, reminiscing sunrise impressions.
I liked blithe smiles of pleasure and relief, at reclaiming what was once lost,
Like pearl, exciting moonlight, in demand, must keep returning at any cost.
Because I hated losing loved objects myself, I took my work very seriously,
As rich, emerald nature, hating loss, clings to vivid colors, quite deliriously.
I had lost cherished items such as lockets, along with irreplaceable photos,