Fish Swim Faster
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
6/21/2007
Anchors carry more weight than
cement shoes attached to our love.
The way you cry, I know
you’ve given up.
When we hit the bottom, tell me so
then tell me nothing.
I hear your words as we descend,
the fish swim faster and move me more –
no longer can we pretend
everything is going to be okay,
everything will be alright,
our love will make it through the night
our love will help us fight
the fears and keep us near
until we say nothing
forevermore.
Tags: fish
Michael sits idly on his sofa while the white fog rolls through his living room. He thinks not of fog, but of future.
His most immediate concerns rest upon the upcoming party and his hope for a successful evening with interaction between the guests. As a pastor, he ultimately prays for each soul, but for the evening he wants his visitors to leave with the word “pleasant” in mind.
The room’s surfaces have been dusted, floors vacuumed and swept, and the table prepared. Freshly baked pizzas sit steaming in their cardboard containers with liters of carbonation sitting mere centimeters away.
Michael sighs, then stands at the sound of a card door closing. He opens the front door to his apartment and his first guest enters.
She comments, “Hey, sweet fog machine!”
Tags: glimpse
Peter still wears his hair long. He keeps it as a tribute to Van Halen, but also as a remnant of his days as guitar player in a rock band. Big hair and big dreams, but he left it behind.
He now sits at work looking at a pink Easter dress a friend has given him for his daughter to wear. The two men laugh while discussing it’s cuteness.
Peter then asks Dan, “Is that superman figure encased in Kryptonite?”
Tags: glimpse
Pull out the light bulb to hide the decay,
nothing uncovered, no need to say
“I hope never to see daylight in dark times
when the moon is shy,”
close both eyes
to the jealous clock green
with envy unmoving
unable to share dimension
31 million seconds
it takes two to beckon,
one to hollar, one to respond
a moment comes to be
gone
Tags: light
Ink Stains on a Paper Napkin
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
February 01, 2007
I dream in caramel
a nightmare so edible
I lick my lips and scream
suffering through sweet insincerity.
Suck it in more, witness gore
your tongue will not forget
the flavor of the moment,
the budding chaos in a night
rich and impassible
I cannot escape the chill
liquid, it brings the madness
within me.
No courage needed to ascend
the green straw,
the verdant truth can be seen:
I never want to leave.
Tags: ink
