tanjung (a gangrel’s dream of georgetown)

in the muted glow of my mind
i saw peace just hanging there
i wanted but couldn’t have it
a fruit forbidden
inert and out of reach

there was darkness sweating from the cracks
along my skin and beneath my feet
so i walked the earth in search of naught
a loop unbidden
the streets in parenthesis

i stepped into right steering whirligigs
to chance my life into submission
i moored on jetties, shook off rickshaws
a stomach chidden
i panhandled for bread and circus

trash was art and art was salving
for gashes in walls and souls without traction
and i was art and i was trash
a twine lidden
on soaked paper at a cyclonic bus stop

for all their many eyes and limbs
the gods continued uninvolved
kittens and i slept side-by-side
a shrine hidden
lullabied by stinky holy water drains

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

64 thoughts on “tanjung (a gangrel’s dream of georgetown)

  1. What a fascinating reason for a poem, what an equally fascinating poem. You definitely have a way with word choices and putting them together. You get so much across in each line, in each phase. Congratulations on a fine poem.

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