20 czerwca 2022
In Terrible Times
Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma―
at mindless extremism.
Evolution of words,
was going retrograde.
Your pretty face―
needs dusting. I was
curious to know about the story
of night shifts.
Sometimes I am hit―
by your feline grace to go for
immolation of male chauvinism.
You erect the barriers,
so that I won't
reach your lips. The moon
went laughing whole night.
A slow poison, like
hemlock, you drink the hurts
to stay alive in a wax house.
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