Sunday Afternoon by DS Maolalai

Goldfish by John O'Sullivan from Flickr

and all day
music plays
and all day there are poems
and all
day, light
through the blinds
striking like piano keys,
brash and loud as crockery dropping.

sometimes you feel like a goldfish,
satisfied in its bowl,
boxed off from unnecessary strife.
gods with red wings rise on horizons
and scorch the earth
red in search of prayer,
people go mad in the streets and rant about angels,
death and everything in the next century,
all outside,
all very much
away -

sometimes you just lie in bed
scratch your belly
and eat cheese crackers.

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DS Maolalai has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden (Encircle Press, 2016) and Sad Havoc Among the Birds (Turas Press, 2019)