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