The Assassin and the Dahlia -7-

The assassin and the dahlia

This is my writing table.
the assassin sits facing me
with his visage square up against mine.
I'm the one he's chosen
darkness
Is hidden inside my study
he tells me nothing.
In a modest voice
he wants a straight forward report
of my difficulties.
my body shivers for a moment.
Is it derangement? but no.
we put our lighted cigarettes
between out lips
and stare into each other's eyes
my companion:
seated before me
waiting for "the exchange".
goodbye my little dahlia !
I need to look for order in my activities
and in my life.
at a small distance from my bellybutton
a flock of birds has gathered.
neither order nor any continuity here.
come on, Jayeeta !
there's no possibility of a reconciliation
while I hit you.
I have a headache.
she and I
go outside together.
the sky is as mysterious as ever.
of course one has to abandon the bed
and go outside to the toilet.
Inside one's breast, hatred -
a bit more active than LOVE.
and
I know,
one day if I don't kick this poverty
the pleasure and the crime of kissing
will evaporate like the fumes of
Colgate
In the roadside water taps,
just that !
and late in the evening with a bad mouth
and advertised teeth we'll wait
for that rare moment
when the grilled flesh of the moon -
the proteinized flames from another planet -
will fall with a thud
just within our grasp.
we're used to corpses, that's
why we transform life
Into pus - passionately :
with the help of country liquor.
and those who before the birth of love
In their souls
have gripped in their hands their rifles
and their pricks,
It's them who smite the door
at midnight
with the imperfection of an assassin.
"hey," they say "good evening, here we are !"
yes, there he is, my assassin
seated before me,
the well-known vagabond,
the humpbacked voyager !
dahlia, dear me, adieu !
for lack of proper communication between us,
look,
the assassin is seated before me.
he wants to see our incomplete dreams bloom
so he can suck them dry.
he'll remain seated the whole night
In the same posture before me
until my deliverance.
and clad in a chemical costume
tomorrow morning he'll go,
leaving me in the same state.
hi, Jayeeta !
Long live rape!
In the stillness of the night,
fixing my eyes on his,
In the momentary flash of a matchstick
I wait for a second.
then he stands upright on his feet
and watches me
closely.
likewise, one day
a boy had seen the light of the horizon
and leaving the comfort of his bed
he went out along the dyke of a rice field
In search of the mystery of fire.