Between arbitrary abstract structures
A car is burning
A lone scavenger flew reverse way
So, I sat beside the boot space,
Will it be okay if I light a cigarette?
“So,how did it go?” you asked...
Silence or sarcasm?
There was enough silent bullshit
Sarcasm!!! Nah!!!
What the hell?
Between my scavenger and abstract
I lit the second cigarette
It was a hideous act...
“were you crazy?” you later asked...
In slow seductive whispers,
Like you were sleeping in my arms
Like you miss me...
2 comments:
This poem reminds me of a Gogol-like disposition. Silent sarcasm is a very delicate emotion; it perhaps, has a hint of respect too.
This is good. It has germs of some disloged illusions of city poetry. Why dont you try writing on something broader, something universal?
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