12 april 2014
A PRIMATE IN DISTRESS
Putting the sun behind me
I walked into the stars, beyond the
succulent lake.
A bitch drags you
on asphalt, walking with lipstick,
purse and follies.
Changing the daylight on every corner
you drink a toxic juice
in the recess of darkness.
A theater goes in frenzy
after the bloodbath and inferno in a tunnel.
The spray of hormones will cool you
and I will remember
sadness and sugar
hanging from the bright moon.
A fallen hair, traces the path
of a gorilla.
Satish Verma
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