published by Shahid Buttar on Fri, 11/01/2013 - 8:04pm
The Universe gave me a mirror
through which to see the dark side of myself:
My seeming indifference towards others with whom I connect
Deep love for the One that is all things together
published by Shahid Buttar on Sat, 10/05/2013 - 10:46am
A Firecracker of a human being
threatening to knock out
the lights
with her hips
every time she crosses a room
A one-woman laugh machine
processing grist
from cruel, painful, unfair losses
to bake loaves of light-hearted giggling
and wisdom to vault misfortune
published by Shahid Buttar on Thu, 08/01/2013 - 12:00am
published by Shahid Buttar on Thu, 06/13/2013 - 9:18pm
My hair
grows
increasingly
gray
seconds
slipping
published by Shahid Buttar on Thu, 06/13/2013 - 9:17pm
Travel
Is a university
of life
in which there is no degree
inexplicable to one
who is not explored it
published by Shahid Buttar on Thu, 06/13/2013 - 8:54pm
I lost a bracelet Rachel gave me
A day after I got it
It was a perfect
encapsulation
of me.
published by Shahid Buttar on Thu, 06/13/2013 - 8:35pm
Revere rode through the streets
to raise alarm
at threats to our liberty
far less severe than these
The crisis does not lie off in the future,
published by Shahid Buttar on Sat, 06/08/2013 - 10:40pm
we are
all water
babbling
our way
down a slope
winding through
escapades
published by Shahid Buttar on Sat, 06/08/2013 - 10:38pm
The air hangs thick
like mucous
stuck in my throat
Bottles rattle
blown down the street
chased by newspapers
children cigarette
butts and the last
dying hopes
of a species bent
on its own
self-destruction.
published by Shahid Buttar on Sat, 06/08/2013 - 10:33pm
What was always good
enough for everyone,
ever since the beginning,
can’t now be enough
to make me content.
An inmate, released,
with a job and good friends,
has more reasons to smile
than he’s ever wished for.
Aborigines gifted
with the magic of trains,
or the wonderful aid of antibiotics,
praise creation as I never could.
My hands have never harvested grain.
The skin is smooth, and supple, and soft,
but leaves me thinking that farming is hell.
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