Experiment 11
Lull
Lull
Foot-steps fall
from heavy trees
Rain scarcely starts
But blinks
at the violet slap.
Some half-face
black
Against a black night
in a tunneled-train
or a night-bound bus
Half shadowed mouths
(Are cold comma'ed)
People are cruel
cast on black glass
Alighted - uninvited walking home
Darkly
The moon stares.
At times I cannot sleep
Lest my heart stop unsupervised
Squirrels scamper
On the cloth-piled chair
An old man wears
The door-hung robe
Picking his nose
My eyes croak like mute frogs
Leaves dry to Autumn shades
Spiral down
Torn litmus tags
Of seasons passing by
Drops against the glass
Amoeba-like
Then melting down
In myriads of runnels.
Light rain falls
That with the little wind
Arch in long strands
Old janitors of winter
Bent with cold.
Everywhere reflections shine
Where shadows used to lurk
A gal-iron gutter drain
Pipes pitter-patter echoes
Like a toy tin drum
Just walking
Talking to himself
With hurried steps
But no place to go
Only taxis slow to notice
The lone figure
Plump mice
Are plomping
On wood stairs.
They let fall
Their rat-fat packages
down
down
down
plomp
plomp
plomp