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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

26 June, 2005

Looking At You

He pushed the door, and I stumbled in-
there you were huddled in an exhausted seat
your bones rubbery, your eyes watery.

Electric thoughts that crackle around you
seemed like soggy rags sans the stink-
your darting eyes had slowed down
like a sodden evening.

Spirits might have been talking in tongues
whenever you opened your mouth slightly
-saw you stop and blink your eyes
before struggling with the act,
the horrendous act of turning thoughts to words.

The merry-making and scene enacting went on
heedless, and when the others had slowed
you sped on like a wheeless skid downhill,

perhaps I glimpsed three of you-
how many more remain to be seen?

(c) Max Babi, June 2005.

Ahem, posting this here for expert comments.



Blogger Arundhati said...

Came back to Caferati after a long time and saw this. Max, ur piece trigers identified emotions of seeing a dear one split into many unrecognisable bits. Thank you.

04 July, 2005 15:00  
Blogger Max Babi said...

Hi Arundhati,
After a long time indeed!
I have been posting my stuff more at the board rather than the blog for some months now. Take a look there.
Tks for this comment.

05 July, 2005 13:38  

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