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 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
astronaut
_________________ Space
Between the time my flesh tastes our sheets and the time I drift into sleep is space; full, and in-finite.
I'm afraid I'll get lost on the journey one night.

_________________ Space
I stretch one last time elongating myself; even though I know that between every two atoms in my body is space; full, and in-finite.
I'm afraid my atoms will break free from one another one night.

_________________ Space
I yawn, and I hear it echo a sound wave going long and past the horizon making space for another yawn; full, and in-finite.
I'm afraid the wavelength will find its way to your end of the bed one night.

I'm afraid that if it does there will be, between us, no_________________
space
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
astronaut
I'm a writer, love...
I survive on wine, moonlight,
and burning heartbreaks.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
If anything, this is another thank you.
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
astronaut
I forgot how Dylan Thomas taught me not to go gentle into that good night.
Few months ago I decided not to speak of, or in any way get involved in, the political life of this wretched state.
But the mere word "state" is a solid evidence of its impermanence.
This can not go by unnoticed.
This will not go by unnoticed.
We are not afraid of your guns, your prisons, your knives, your tasers, and your combat boots.
We have the internet, our voices, our pens, our brushes, and our cameras. And when you rob us of it all we will still have one another and our will to fight.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
الثورة مستمرة
Thomas Egypt Dylan
on a day hanging in haze
the crow sits glum on a perch

do the flying pairs overhead
remind it of the lost mate
and in the midday lull
it feels a vacuous dullness
when even the search for food
seems purposeless?

i feel a stab of pain inside

whoever goes first is lucky
not so the one left behind

maybe the wings are now too heavy
for the bird to fly into the sky
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
Stephan
.

*Straight from my anchored heart,
somewhere off the coast of your beauty
Floating on salt laced breezes,
waves of seascape affection,
mother of pearl wishes
sealed within a glass bottle
follow the tide to your feet,
nestled in the cool wet sand

Inside rests sunrise words
expressing my love in
unyielding ocean desires
on the crest of your island smile,
written in my trembling hand
of deep fathomed longings
and coral reef dreams,
for your eyes only
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
r
Dark pools
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
r
I like her black dress,
the way it pools at her feet.
How she walks to the bed,
spilling over my sheets.
I drown in the depth
of her eyes.
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
martin
flower in her hair
her body she shares with you
hold her she blossoms
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
Pia
condom
 May 2016 Prabhu Iyer
Pia
Use a ******
The world doesn't need another you.
She sits in ashes
Too entranced with green gases
Puffin plentiful clouds down through the chimney of her nose
Up in the clouds, the ground too far down below
To notice the trail of ashes left, as she tries to pass it
But wait
Oh
There's no place for it to go
So she blows more O's
Up and up she goes
Till she's blown off her ***
Enjoying the ride as her mind bends back
Time
It rewinds past her present loneliness
Finding the blurred memory of sweet forehead kisses
Back when her wishes actually did come true
Before reality had her falling so hard, she lost a shoe
It was never found
The prince never tried to
So now green cinders ash down on combat boots
The modern day princess story
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