THE CIGARRETTE TRAVELS WITH THE SMOKE

If you travel so, if you want a cigarette  that u wanna smoke

If on the verandah there is sweet smoke and some confusion

How can we enter? and if onstage

There is some way out to the man and woman who had wandered in

Who wanted some moisture and some warmth

Some softness and hardness

Some love to give, some to take

How then can it be done?

How can the leaves of a tree be thrown and taken

Veins open and with some chuna ?

How can one get back to the rhythm, how can that smile be seized?

One wanders between past and the present

For the right moment

But it eludes one

Is there a pyramid of energy

Sprouting between the thighs

A moist cloisture

Where we could huddle in?

Is there a tree trunk with which

The seesaw can be built

Are there the strange lullabies that lovers can sing to each other

And the cartilage of your ear that i would like to chew sweetly

The tumbling hair in which my pigeon has found its nest

And the circulation of a kites wings

That draw out nectar from the moon

And the sparkle 

From the sun that sprinkles sweat on our foreheads

And that stream that starts flowing from beneath your chest

The drums that beat at the many points of your body

The craving that went out and returned without any avail-

Maybe there is something that eludes the touch

A f/airy dream that flies away

In broad daylight. 

How can a conversation be made

How can a lead be taken? 

One cannot cross the bridge

Since it shifts its place ever so often

Where can it be parked

Where from does this siren sound?

How can a lighted cigarette move beyond silence

Are we too weary of our dreams?