The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
My brother is a hook;
A simple thing
That's used everywhere.
He grabs onto worms and catches fish,
He shrinks to hang clothes
And sizes up to pull trucks off the highway.
He holds the anchor to stop the ship
And becomes metaphorical to pull me out of my way.
You hang bundles of banana,
You hang fish and skinned meat.
You screech glass
And hang human beings.
You might be sad,
You might be jolly,
You might be broken by the wait you carry.
But you fit anywhere.
You are useful.
It is what makes you miraculous and miserable.
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