Glitches

It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.

Can I come out of
your body and kneel
before death?

Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.

A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.

Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.

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An Anticlimax

Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?

A pink gestation
of a thought? Hands
holding a naked truth?

The winds were harsh, cold
and persuasive. And lake was
sending an obscene invitation.

You were ready to make
a jump, ending the speculation.
I speak alone -

in the arguments with
sooty bust of the sky.
Moon has no other name.

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He

Walked into the sun,
He. With weak flesh.
A storm was raging on burning sands.

In hollow of his knees
gravel was hitting hard.
He moved onwards in trance

Visionary, homeless, life in open
was blessing.
A huge crowd followed him, voiceless..

Hushed silence breaks the dam.
Valley of timbers was ready to receive the blood,
from epicenter, from fields.

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Infinity

Drowning in my blood
the vampire had
the lapse of consciousness.
I embraced the night
without moon.

Why does it happen
day in and day out?
You allowed the blood sucking
which was the choice for unanswering
of unpleasent questions.

I survive in death
staining the shirt,
keeping the footsteps waiting.
I had kissed a light
falling on the squirming dark.

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A Mystic Paradox

Not superficial,
real inside,
something was ruined.
Tonight I will walk out in dark
beyond me.

Creased,
under tyranny of love,
wanted to unwrite the script
in the stampede of sins.

Impeachment
throws up the shock syndrome.
No wish to swim back.
Drowning, clutching my truth.

A mystic paradox?
Million faces of yes or no.
Wrinkles are getting larger.

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Anchorage

I do not want to take you,
either the road ahead,
or lovely gyrations
on low stage of voicelessness.

The swoop of eagle
on a little bundle,
of chromatic fever:
was it unbirdy?

The tree of death grows taller
than indelible darkness
of life, harvesting
tongues.

Part of me were you,
I had abandoned in fog.
The gate will not open
in common courtyard.

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Anemia

A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed
and begs for a death.

The adolescence had become
graphic. Do you agree with the
splurge of moonlight under the street light?

The unborn stink was hovering
after the shipwreck. The seagulls
were bewildered.

There was only one slogan
for the black booth.
Priest was sitting cross-legged in a liplock.

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Blackened Crozier

Let it remain
ovarian pure. After strangulating
the truth,
for hypoxic euphoria.

Flies in your face
the dirt,
the denial, the terracota
of superposition of speech
hiding self-interest.

Blackened crozier
for wrinkeled crotch
drops the ashes of love
on unopened buds.

Weeping willow sways
in warm winds of prayers.
Strawberry in holes
nothing like bruise.

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Sinking Boat

Now comes the visual
separation after the fall of an
enemy. The urbanite
crumble has begun.

The needles in eyes are hurting
the milk. Do you play
a Chinese game?
The depressive psychosis-

will throw the shackles around
you. Honey, you have
a trace of lead inside. I want
a silk covering on the arrows.

Dip a child on street
and you will create a skipper.

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No Complaint

A brown cloud descends
on charcoal sketch.
Moonstruck, a blast begins.

Marigold, beware:
sun is going to hide
behind the stings.

The fang penetrates deep,
in the breast
of sleeping pride.

A golden god
melts in the arms
of mercy.

The lips suck the blue poison
of the hymns.
The saint was a killer.

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