Tonight (for John Wieners) - Aditya Bahl

  Tonight

     for John Wieners

brain cramps & heart hardened    at last

eyes shot

    sweating

             in the closet of

 a secret death

              

  digested pill dialectics

      /   mere description

         to evade life

          and its game show questions

"this burden that no god imposes

 but knows we have the means"

  to bear   to sustain

    to believe

             in a compulsion or fear

   it isnt the question     /     or wonder what

              makes it all

        & the eternity of one per se  is beauty's song

  time's ration ?  or just as 

    need be the sedimentation

             of yr 

      first person demonstrative

      mere underthirst

    a loss seldom utterly allayed

    it is how the stars are made

    in another world 

*from "the acts of youth" - john wieners

Aditya Bahl was born and brought up in the mountain state of Himachal Pradesh (India). Apart from Bard is Bong bits and pieces of his work have appeared or are forthcoming in places as diverse as Bones, Bottle Rockets, Modern Haiku, Otoliths, Lilliput Review, The Boston Literary Review and the others

The golden quarantine of junk - Aditya Bahl

two barefoot
  kids peep into
    each      other's ragsacks

looking for a miracle  /   the lack of a toy

         gun

    one
      with one arm missing

the warm sun scorn               automatic burden :
   vital                    gestation

   the preliminary despair

     of yr obdurate afterthought
     summoned
by the 10 am sirens penetrating

   the golden quarantine of junk
                                         tenements      modicum of 'more'

                 "in one line"  turns out 

its the highway patrol car       "checking"

   (catastrophe delayed in rehearsal)

Aditya Bahl was born and brought up in the mountain state of Himachal Pradesh (India). His poems have been rejected by countless magazines and journals.