Showing posts from February, 2018

Casual Intelligence

It feels numb to walk out of the familiar street of clustered love and longing to the vastness of apathy
Hours Wet streaks dry, famine down your cheeks Prayers Hope, like dark clouds drifting away Words, assumed comforts Left over sourness of distant stare and the immediate chill
You walk out the dragging breath, half built bridge. The bunch of females, his mud plains of unejaculated coital mirth

The Mound at my Backyard

The legacy
you pass down
to your son, sits
at your backyard
showering flowers
on to a pit

Golden white fur
breathless, still
sleeps, over ants
mud, dry leaves
and tears

He sits lost, recollecting
the pet names, the cuddles,
the warmth
that spread through his feet

And I, stare through
the million mounds
over my senses

The barren cemetery
Lit by my solo cigars