CLIMBING AND FALLING

BENOY.P.J

Why does it happen

That this sky is so low?

This guy is so low

And this  sky is so low.

Why does it happen

That this mountain has goosebumps

And sits hard on rainclouds

As  the blood pumps

With the loudness of drums

While the sax plays a lone tune

Climbing and falling.

Why does it turn out

That the wind is so hard

That this tree is so bent

And this guy is so high

Climbing and falling,

And climbin’ an’ fallin’.

There is plumbin’ and waterin’

And drilling and marching

And a net is being pulled in

Cunning and silent.

There is medicine for snoring

And medicine for waking

There is medicine for walking

And medicine for dreaming

The curious are staring

And it is climbing and falling.

 The  hay is all wet

And the corn is all gone.

The  sparrows and sorrows

Have   something in common

There is sunlight aplenty

And  a hole in the air.

There is marching and roaring

And  banning and yawning

It is climbing and falling

It is climbing and falling.

THE GIANT COMPASS

THE GIANT COMPASS

BENOY.P.J

To tell you the truth,

I don’t know

Whether east is where

It was

Or whether the west has shifted any.

Whether

The mirror lies when it says

That I write with my left hand.

I am not at all sure about what I am in

And what lies round the bend

‘the world is round’

I comfort myself

And everybody move on

With this uncertainty

Between their thighs.

The spider of power

With its many thousand legs

And its new kids that have grown out of Oedipus

The all too clever ones who have

 Just one giant compass

To look to

One that had grown too large

That to look at it

Would be even more baffling.

Narcissus has been given his rope to hang on

And things are as fair as fair things could go

Still, things are not as still

As the water in the bucket

The movement that one calls darkness

Envelopes them

Giving them form

And making fuzzy

The contours.