Globalization

Globalization

Indonesian chaos piles
its citizens in stacks,
chimneys, pipes and styles
it flatters and hijacks.

The king'd extolled his parliament
for not expressing pus;
I came to meet their firmament
and got lost on the bus

The way I used to camp out bush
to catalog my words
But Indonesian chaos
has blessed me and confused

-- By Geoff Fox

Night Falls

Listening to silence,
Thoughts flow through my mind.
I recall your face, your smile,
Remember your eyes pursuing me
And wonder if you dream of me

Alone I look into darkness,
Feel the warmth of your face
And the closeness of your thoughts;
Think of your deep sensuousness:
Black like the night

I want to scream your name
Let out the reverberating shouts
That resonate in my soul.
But your name continues to echo
Like bat wings resounding in a cave

In obscurity I grope
While my mind takes flight
Clinging to thoughts of you
I lament over the minutes
That lie between seeing you again.

And in anguish sleep befalls me
As you enter my dreams
You spend the night in my presence
Till dawn snatches you away
From existence.

-- By Elizabeth Segran