i want to write poetry

i want to write poetry
(with jagged edges)
in shards of glass
that cut
thinly,
finely

like the smell
of a glorious winter morning
in Shillong

i want to write poetry
with lumps of mud
and bits of sticks
and bamboo lashed together tightly
with miles and miles
of memory

i want o write poetry
in the beam of motorcycle headlamps
and ancient Jikov carburetors
lovingly preserved in the dust and grease
of Ahmed's tiny temple

i want to write poetry.
sweet mother of god - i wan to sing!