Rays

[Guest guest]

I will not go to work today.

I will move my bed to the end of the suns ray.

I am too curios today.

When they bring their coffee cups and papers to the meeting,

I will take a peek around the corner of the universe.

At lunchtime I might be drinking with the gods,

later I will whistle as I take a stroll along the gates of paradise.

But when dinnertime arrives, I will return,

for your laughter and your smile

as you greet me coming through the door.

I have to introduce myself

My name is Alan in the English language.

I am 47 years old and I live in Norway.

I work with programming analytical systems for corporate finances.

I found the magasine/ website, and Gloria made me aware of the .

UNPLUGGED

When I was a boy of ten,

Eliot’s The hollow men,

today I hear the record players voice,

could it have been a feeling of rejoice?

Even when I was a child,

my fantasy it did go wild,

as a man I never wrote an ode,

I spent my nights alone with code.

When I read Secrets of Ishbar

all the words ran from the scar,

inflicted by the liberating thug

hiding in a hole behind the plug

BLEEDING WORDS

flowing

outside inside

within

difficulty

without

respect

between universe

and void

in a sentence by

disappearing

completely breaking

a sacred silence

singing

dancing

always crying

destroying

happy end

creating

laughing

mirror

multiplying

never dying

They yell and whisper.

Won’t let me sleep.

Demand the lost pen,

the old envelope,

the corner of a bill.

When finished

they run back into my sleeve,

disappear in the air,

leaving a sound

like the last vibration from a bell.

Secrets of Ishbar:

http://www.jammu-kashmir.org/KOA/Books/SecretsIshbar/poem9.html