The keys are found hidden,
asif lost from the pockets of my lazy conscience.
A dentist and a naked accomplice
is drilling my tooth like hell,
yet I cannot yell, nor can I hear
the anger,when moments can brew on anything.
A cat can lick on everything.
For all the while, the rocks on the riverbed,
endured the emotions, of the unperdectible and the wild.
Show me not the bedroom,
not the place where I can get a drink,
a drink from the freezer full of water.
A friend said:This is how we do it,
you just got to learn and open eyes,you are not
a child.
F*** you! I said:I know how it felt to my skin,and too late, I am on flying horses.




Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan