By: Jehangir Saleh
Written:  February 17, 2004

Tonight
I thought about the chat thing again. I am lonely

I was sad tonight because I felt that we couldn’t be together. Because I have been spending more time with you, and tonight I realized all over again why we can’t be together forever right now. There is so much stuff you still need to work out. And you can’t fully support what I need, I have to do that myself. I need to find others. And I haven’t been doing a very good job of that have i?
But I thought about and wrote a poem about it, and I feel better a bit

Tomorrow
The world will end.
But I will die as a poet and a lover.
Few can say as much.

I Would Like You To Know
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 11, 2004

I would like you to know
That you are a beautiful
Tomorrow, I will be gone
And you, a decaying woman
Left with wisdom and wrinkles in her brow
May begin to doubt
Everything
I have whispered in your ear

I know you are beautiful
When my hands, blind, hold you body
When my eyes meet your infinity
I know you are beautiful
When I see you sitting alone
As if just after sex
Away in thought
Holding yourself in your arms

I do not expect you
To understand this
Now
But please, try and remember
That you are beautiful
When I am gone

He Said, She Said
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 11, 2004

You want to person who isn’t the poet to do the first line, she said.
Yes, he said, nothing would make me happier.
Oh dear, *giggles* she said.
I don’t know what love is, he said.
Well, that’s good, because I do, she said.
Can describe it to me, he said.
Of course, it is when you admit you don’t know what love is, she said.
Sometimes I think I love you, he said.
Often I wonder if I love you, she said.
Do you think we will ever know, he said.
Yes, I don’t know when, but possibly a time when we realised we have loved each other, possibly coming up, she said.
Gee, your quite the hopeless romantic, he said.
Compliments perfectly with a hopeless romantic sap, she said.
What do you want to tell to someone reading this when we don’t exist anymore, he said.
I admire your beautiful existential question, she said, what was your question again?
It doesn’t matter, he said.
What matters I guess is keeping out senses open to the time, to the moment that we feel we love each other, she said.
You are beautiful, he said.
You are more beautiful than I, she said.

And with that, I silence sat between them.

Goat
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: February 10, 2004

I gave you my goat
And told you to run away with me

You ran away with the goat

But after three nights
Came back for me

And now we sleep
You and I and our goat
Under the stars

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written:  January 28, 2004

I am ugly
You see that I am ugly
I see you are ugly

When we walk together
Hand in hand
Everyone screams

A Sea Otter
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: January 21, 2004

A sea otter, a mallard duck and a fat African elephant decided they would have a picnic by the lake. The elephant was following the otter, who was following the duck, who was doing a good job of pretending to know where they were going.
“I am so glad to have found such good friends”, said the duck. “Not only are we smart, but we are also very good looking”.
Today was the elephants birthday.

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: January 1, 2004

It was very sweet of you to call on New Year eve. (if by chance it wasn’t you who called – as my sister sometimes mixes people up – let us pretend that you did)

I hope you had a great time on New Years. Mine was quiet – I worked, watched a bit of the 2nd Lord of the Rings, got a bit sick, and fell asleep studying Beckett in my bed. In fact I woke up thinking of you, something you said once, although I can’t recall it now.

Portrait (Untitled, 2003) Covered by Black Drapery
For ny

You knew
There was only black
Canvas underneath
Although hoped
It would be a picture
Of yourself
In an artistic pose
Holding an object

Those who were curious
Or ignorant to the rules
Would see
The real you

I’m sorry
That art is art
And you’ve always said that
Surfaces matter
The drapes are dusty
Haven’t been opened
Until a very long time

By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: December 3, 2003

As the sound of lapping waves
Stroke through each breath
And I press my forehead
To the ground
Waiting

Do not love me
Because I am dying,
Claiming to be alone
Love me
Because you are dying
And need a reminder

It Has Occurred

Can you pour me
Another.

It has occurred to me.

I might be paranoid.

Perhaps

This deserves some thought.

Can you.