Thursday, September 26, 2013

Some Poems Are Left Better Unread



at
chorbazar
flea market
i met her
sizzling hot
from feet
to head
having
sold her
to her
present
owner
her
lover
had fled
to the
comforts
of another
woman
on his bed
she was
mad
angry her
cheeks
blazing red
she asked
me coyly
if i would
take her
home
no it
was not
possible
i said
i was
stuck
with one
i moved
ahead
a poetic
blunder
fear and dread
speaking to souls
stony dead..
figurative
fecundity
of a poets
head

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