Thursday, May 02, 2013

second order beings

a dreamer, you are
sleeping under trees,
collect and taste
not the mango but its shades

sweetness of uncollected time
melts on your tongue
you threw at me maturity
a child’s glance

second order beings
swallow the sun, spit stars,
don’t! you said
break boundaries
of a little garden
that has overrun
all its giant fences

why would weed hear of that,
it cannot read
instructions of a recipe book
made for eloquent dishes
taste is
all it cares for
and it cares for wishes