Sunday, March 28, 2010

Cosmic Poet Enwombed

a wasted
heirloom
his lingam
of life
forever fucked
despair and gloom
he caught his
woman
red handed
making love
to another
woman
in the
ladies
washroom
perilous love
in doom
she preferred
a tremulous
wet cloth
instead
of his broom
a cosmic poet
enwombed
in a winding
sheet
of misfortune
forever
entombed
devoid his karmic jewelry
devoid his krazy costume
although
he had deleted her
from his fucked
consciousness
he still remembers
her sweaty musky
perfume those
entwined moments
once again
he would willingly
love to resume
memories
of teaching her
photography
with his
point and
shoot camera
the wet moist
prints of passion
processed developed
in her red lit dark room
a decisive moment
a leaking condom
poems abloom

jhoom barabar jhoom

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