Kitchen is burning
The man has eloped
from the man
Inmates numbed
Sympathetic wind
brings food-smells
Oozing from the neighbor's
walls.
Blankness has severed
engagement
Yet the onlooker life,
waves cadence
Words of the past do
not feed the present
Deeds of the yore
cement the compulsive lent
Memories counting
moments.
Love hasn’t left,
Lines do not speak of
mediocrity
And hormones secrete
affection.
Useless utensils lying
on the table
Like archaic words
Stagnation is the only
mobility
Static rail lines
moving the train
From day to night and
day again
A predictable
stability.
All of this has made the
man
A faltered equestrian
His inability to smile and talk
Overshadowed his work
His inability to smile and talk
Overshadowed his work
An odd man out
Lying flat on the ground
A jelly fish
Without fulcrum
Gets no leverage from
the field
Has no knees
No elbows
His shameless eyes track
the rainbows
Calls the perpetually
engaged, social horizon
To fetch his pot of
gold
Lines lie, don’t
connect
Sees faceless teeth everywhere
More of teeth
Clapping the
performance
Of the eloped man, leaving
the man.
Life, in rhythm
gallops
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