Poems by
Azeem S. Khan VACUUM I can do your carpet and bare floors, blinds and draperies too. But you only use me on your carpet. Is that all you think I can do? I’m a new model of vacuum, you see… Hot or cold, steamy or dry, on my back or standing upright, a manual push or just program me to run. I come with a manual—just take some time and read. There’s even a telephone number if you want to know more about me. Maintenance is a breeze, a simple cover—nothing fancy. But please be gentle when my filter gets dusty. I can guarantee you a lifetime of happiness because of all that I can do. But back to the carpet I go— because you never got to know me and all that I can offer you.
AMONG THE LIVING I used to live, but now I am just alive. Alive in this beautiful casket, watching all the people living around me. I pray someday I will be able to walk among the living. But for now I have to lie in this beautiful casket I live in. I yearn to live again. And in the darkness of my sorrow, I can see the bright lights. And in the echoes of my screams, I can hear the applause. And in my nightmares, I can dream of the happiness to come. Hands to the sky weeping in my casket tears rising so I climb higher and higher looking down in fear for my life and the ones lost, praying for someone to open a door and let the tears out and let me in.
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