A Matter of Time A Matter of TimeYou think Sandy's got vengeance in its eyes?You see vengeance everywhere don’t you?In the fast, wet winds churning around your Queens apartmentIn the lightning flashes on Ocean Parkway where we walked once like a Couple of refugees.The waves will be taller than you, they’re sayingBut I imagine you sitting on a grey dock somewhereOblivious of official warningsYour dark wavy hair sticking to your forehead of scattered liesAnd losses, Your hard, careless body framed in endless brine.I might not be allowed to love you anymoreBut the rules of capturing, consuming and catenating happen to beAs fluid as t
Daily DoseDaily DoseHis plan is foolproof this timeTo send her a daily new rhymePoems about the rainAnd the old ball and chainIt's pretty much the perfect crime.© Debjani Chakravarty 2012
Cytokinesis10.08.10My insanity Is seeping into the nightMy insanityMy prayersAre rareBut not tonightMy bodyIs alien. Avenging The Loss of meaning youImposed on me.02.09.12Looking at the aboveSitting in a rattrap Licking my kneesTasting the shipwreckRemembering how your long dark fingersPlayed on my neckDrunk with the desire to be Althusser's wifeYou do realize that I am lurking like a lizard in your life?I am changing colors, but somehowIt's you that remains hidden.New myths subdivideLike unknown shapes floating peacefully in A dim sea of formaldehyde.Poor you, busy painting your escapescapePlateau
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Existential OinkPatience, as it turns out isNot among my virtues(Of which I almost have none).Patience replaces spinesTo make great stairsStraight to one's headTo perch on.Meekness is reallyOut of the question.For I don't wish to inherit the earth.All I wishIs to be left aloneAs I work through this accidentOf birth.© Debjani Chakravarty 2012
GoldenHer face is a volcanoErupting foreverthat geologistsCan't be interested in.Her face houses nowThe crevices of a Moon that set in 2003And astronomers don't give a damn.Her face, like a rose Poked by thin burning cigarettesRemains unnoticed on the sidewalkAs human rights lawyers hurry down the street.Her face, like yellowed newsreelIs not interesting to online journalistsOnce the page hits exceed Their expectations.Her face, defacedCrumpled, scorched, inOpaque terrorCaused some bourgeois haufrausTo have morning sickness yesterdayAs they prepared their little daughtersFor theirSavior princes.Her sh
Lily Livered, YouSo you heard rumors?What kind? (They may be true).Pretty soon someone's tanned,tough handsMight claim what you put your foot down forOnce on a street trembling with subway rumbles.So you've been wonderingIn a way one wonders ifAnyone ever got toxic shock syndrome from a tamponOr if anyone ever used oxygen masks thatAre supposed to come tumbling down most airplane ceilings.Wondering with a detached but compulsiveCuriosity that recently overcast your deep forehead furrowsAbout what became of a fictive me.In the midst of my ninth life.Yes, all that you've heard might be true.And if you want detailsConsider the rap
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