The Assassin and the Dahlia -4-

Angry tulips, or the hard-rock dream

agreed, every dream is counter-productive;
but then, we love to dream

1
Every poem of mine is a dream

2
Friends, a horde of half-opened roses
stationed in my room -
now silent
now ebullient as a waterfall
they talk ceaselessly
and wait
for the new century to come;
in the same pockets
they keep shotguns, unkempt
lives, earthen pots, rural
Bengal, winter - morning croplands
And the farming-community
All wet
Seated by the fire
Telling stories while
The smell of tobacco and grass,
Signposts of the post-century,
fill this city within a city
Standing between the two hills of truth
and falsehood, the sad assassins

3
Come let's recite our newest poem louder

4
This is the upstream current of the river
movement is its nature
and we
the nameless personae unite,
take the path along this stream ever
forward
to the other side of this endless life
Sometimes
we look down
from the balcony of the coffee house
and watch
how right beneath the soundless,
constipated stratosphere
the silk-clad crackers
giggle
sing full-throated pop songs
and fart- -
sometimes their smiling faces
resemble the stories beloved by
T.V. and T.B. addicts;**
Would you abandon your hollow words
and speak the language of man?
It would be wrong for you to forget
Calcutta: this expanding village
surrounded on all three sides
by refugees
and those without a voice.
yea, throw your radioactive phrases
Into a garbage can
and strive to know the source of
your hatred and love!

5. You martyrs of words,
It's time for you to forget empty words,
It's time for you to use the human tongue again,
It's time for you to be relieved of
your radioactive offal
and to hit the road once more
If you want to reach the source
of your love and lassitude!

6
Yea, my poetry is a dream
where consciousness of reality
has been dissolved into the feelings
of heroes of epics
with begging bowels in hand
waiting in front of a cosmic kitchen;
bullets from very progressed squad
hit the blossoming heart
trying to be a single heart;
after detoxication
one will experience the dance movements
of thousands of hearts

7
There was a time
this hungry movement
took us to the far side of the
planet; in the protest processions
what demand?
and who to?
We know the meaning of the surging waves of
LIFE
In our movement -
one day
this fit of emotion will obliterate
the very idea of
"the oppressor"
of our birth
death
and union without marriage
aye, free - conception
cancer - vomit
death - in life;
and crossing over the rainbow-fence of death
we'll rush ahead to a sea
with a more violent current
the mysterious shorea robusta -
It's mine
the sigh of the pinewood hotel - mine
the expansion of the sky like your love - mine
beneath my feet is the sandy shore
hot as the intoxication of a scorpion bite
we're ready to plunge into the sea
we'll wait for that midnight when
by the impulsive pull of the moon
the amorous sky and the lusty sea
In their nature - al union ???
bring back stillness
to the heart

Notes

crackers: women
http://www.funoc.be/etic/doss004/art002.html

ganika-tantra: a pun:

• gana-tantra = democracy
• ganika = whore

shorea robusta : a tree native to Nepal

T.V. and T.B. addicts;** ??? where is the note on this line?

what is TB???

Poor crackers: Johnny Dome's crackers band, USA	Rich cracker
Gana tantra : democracy	Shorea Robusta tree