Friday, June 22, 2007

IIn Pictorial Arms of Poetry

land lubbered
ominsexual lakshmi
clung to me like
drowning hope
she me entwined
to the end of a rope
I kept my hand on her waist
her lacquered libido
I had no time to grope
laminated lamentations
through the world
of a bollywood bioscope
transgendered trauma
that I could not cope
her posterior landsliding
on a downward slope
she me the rope
my mangal
dashed on the cape
of her horrorscope.

poem no 724

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