you cackle with disdain, spear index fingers towards people who procure bouquets, linens, and wedding rings. how predictable they are!
you notice them in subway planks, steps hurried, overpacing their shadows. they are apparent as smoke, fidgeting at atm queues like as if you are ignorant of their plights and limbos.
storm orbit their kitchens, and you can see it in their eyes like avalanche of frosts.
a glance is enough to foretell fear growing stems between frown lines. even their foreheads
are cratered with torments, gossips and intrigues. tidal squints of agonies quiver in hidden borders of their languid smiles. oh, those idle smiles - no different than lesser earthquakes howling tales of desperate migrations from eternities spent occupying solitary rooms. epics can be written on famines of skin igniting skin. instead, we have abundance of regrettable whiles perished on tending domestic plagues of potted plants and selfish pets.
even windows whisper of soft sobs, cries muffled by late-night fm stations bleeding nothing but static to lull sorrow to sleep.
it is obscene to talk this way, to narrate misfortunes of those who squander the persuasions
of shops selling dreams. people are easy prey, substituting hunger with proposals, courtships and engagements. promises are bartered, believed and abandoned. [a pretense,
a song, a prescription - take a pick than go home; to bathe in flourescent flickers of hosts
auctioning mementos and guarantees of perpetual salvation.]
and you know better to unleash arrows at their lunacies! you know better than spill
rivers of mirth!
but if you must, do it swiftly. do it sweet. do it before you catch yourself nodding, abashed by the cold cruelty of knowing they are but restless mirrors of our shared essential longings.
13.01.2006
