the mounds of prescience
when it breaks my gut, I like to yell 'I am dying'
pissing inside the whirlpool of dejected clouds,
biting my tongue after every stupid breath,
I' ll save time for the factory, where I shall learn the secrets of sweets. can see the fire in the mirror,
raging like a sea under the hurricane, what if the crocodiles go wild and feast upon my shame? "I am only human" maybe I'd say. many of times, many of same shoes, stepping on the same bloody puddle, how more a human I can be?
a dust of fading orange in the sky, these feelings are like wolves always hungry and restless, they do lick the blood of all daylights. almighty! O! almighty
allow me the flute of my mind, as it rests like a film inside a camera, a click to percieve.




Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan