Poetry

January 2, 2001

thomas

Return of the nameless

Nameless in the faceless city, like its paan shops, like polygamist buses switching routes like tubes on rails that squirt at stations like the human paste with its proletariat smell.…

Poetry, writing

January 2, 2001

thomas

Dawn

Who dropped in careless haste that drop of scarlet hue and left before it dried over the moist stretch? See it mix and spread as clouds of crimson around the…

Poetry, writing

January 2, 2001

thomas

Ballard Pier

This is Ballard Pier. In the abdomen of these Anglican coffins are men feeding on paper pus. The morning rush is to the attendance muster. Three late marks is a…

Poetry, writing