Ojibwe asabikeshiinh

Where are you then?

When the darkness falls,
When the silence prevails,
When the air freezes,
when the stir stops,
When the cricket chirps,
when the life sleeps,
when the bed warms,
when the limbs break,
When the nerves ache,
When the sense fails,
When the eyelids droop,
When the eyeballs squeeze,
when the eyes close,
WHERE ARE YOU THEN?

Picked this poetry online from Qaisar Janjua... @Thx Qaisar!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Funky Town

I saw one of the drivers of the office, S? I was sitting behind him in the car and we were going somewhere. He had a pony tail?

P.S. talks of tattoos and piercings messing up with my head.
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