| From Psychic & Spirit Online Magazine Poetry If You Were A Vase, Poem by Sahar Huneidi By sahar Huneidi Apr 17, 2003, 14:53
If you were a vase I would have smashed you. If you were a flower, I would have crushed you. If you were a beautiful building, I would have sprayed graffiti all over you. But instead, I am caught starring at a blinking screen Crunching few keys in between. If you were a bull – And we were on a ranch in Texas I would brand you with my initials: S.H. If you were a smuggler's suitcase, I would send the sniffer dogs To spot you, unzip you And turn your insides out to shreds. If you were the Future, I would be Death. If you were a novelist, I would be your critic. And make sure "You'd Never Have Lunch In This Town Again". But you're not. And I am not. And we remain Lost fragments of one. If I were B.T. I'd cut off your telephone line. And if I were NatWest, I'll cancel your direct debit And collude with London Electricity To leave you powerless. Then I would stand naked by your bathtub Watch you toil over what's going on (soaking in Johnson's baby oil). I'd stand nude‑ in my big, white, voluptuous body And hold a candle to my face and say: Narcissus! Look at me. Deal with me, Damn you ‑ face it. But if you were my babe, I would hold you close to my bosom. Stroke your hair, comfort you Till the stars implode ‑all of them. If you were my shadow – and we were in the Sahara I would stand bare and survive Perennial sunstrokes. But now it seems, I'll scream at my screen And kick my bubble jet. Till all the dots move in a matrix, And align themselves into a poem, That will print‑ and you'll read In a bind ‑ that's perfect. Then, I'll simply float In Tristan's ' boat; Traverse the storm, Without a rudder or an oar And let be what may will. (c) Sahar Huneidi 1996 Read other poems by Sahar: PS-Magazine.com and MerlianNews.com About PS Magazine l Terms |
