The God Machine Is Hungry
4 poems by Dua Siddiqi
#2
We never see God for God fears what it created
A shortcut to thinking is disguised in what you’ve hated
Craving is the root of human suffering
Enter the moonbow and hear fairy wings fluttering
I am the mistress of experience
a glowing entity so curious
Emotions once ran like a broken faucet
But I could never look back at my countless losses
A gentle day for picking flowers
As you’re slowly consumed and vulgarly devoured
The world hangs you up by a threat,
If you frolic around but always forget.
#4
The butterflies in my stomach have turned into worms
LSD listens to our lingering lust
I keep drifting away into blue dream
But when I’m back I stay blue
Clicking cockroaches kiss in my crevices
I’m spiraling and I’m dizzy
Stars swirl around my head and I’m feeling romantic about it
I keep forgetting how I’m losing it
there’s a particularness to my pondering
I’m pure only after I’ve rid of my innocence
I play and I’d love to share
You get off when I mutter in my sleep
Let us disperse
#1
My arteries are clogged with love
But I still search for the desire I seek of
The rain eavesdrops on your dreams and whispers them to me
I play tag with the honey bees
Clouds stalk me in the moss draped forest while I sleep on the black bears and feel well nourished.
The herbs will heal like a potion in a tale,
But if you never see the sun you’ll always remain pale.
Serene sleep in hammocks of cobweb
Happy with not knowing what lies ahead.
Your laugh is like bursting pomegranates
And I love the significance of each of your planets
you sound sweeter than lyre or the harp
The language of love can come off so sharp
Play your instruments, I will dance to crystal notes.
And when I’m tired I can snack on cinnamon oats.
I will use the rainbows to lighten up my home when the moon hides behind clouds and I am all alone.
#3
Delicate white glows in the night
As the moon hits the lace and lights up your face
A basket of berries and a pitcher of milk
Spilling drips of honey on silk
Your garden sings and animals dance
Along the pathway to your home you prance
Into your room and light up a candle
The tea in your cup is still too hot to handle
Put on a record, something old and sweet
And someday u and I will meet
