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 Nov 2020
Aparna
been a-while

spring abridged;winter night

each layer of snow colder n' heavier

earth lay frozen and I frostbitten

icicles of gloom

lining my chest,eerie chill creeping

heart benumbed;slowly melting

basking in apricity,duly warmed up

awaiting spring

anew
let's just hope for the best✨
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
i get the hives when my mind Zens in on a brand Knew.
my Ottoman Empire is a footstool in a plush Rumor.
at rest in the best humor that genius can buy for a Yen
when the Yang is an awkward ruby.
i steal from the vaults of a common supernatural
with all the aplomb of a minnow in a mouth.
sleeping on the hillocks of a rust moon
acned with meteor kiss and fierce serenities
the width of Space between notes
in a deanument.

then poetry assumes i have something to say.
only then does it open to the introversion
of my extraverted inner Hermit.
I leap out of conch shells
on some kind of fire
that slakes a thirst.

i knit wings to eyes
and abandon every photon
to my Will.

then

I have metaphors I keep using
whenever I try to be Original-
and i meta-criticize the artifice
of my chosen pearls.
but seldom do I confess it.
the unseemly devices I am left too.
as my Id designs the Ego
of my Indomitable Heart
with the schematics
of my Lost Architect
unhumbled by my Illusions
having spun such webs
as to conquer a Fool
and his Guesses.

I eat stone wheat and the wet essence
of dry zephyrs on sea errands
to blanch dunes
to Beau Geste.
i consume the ridiculous hubris
of my epileptic Angels
and squander no opaque verse
to tadpole.


I Swim In A Yes That A No Dreamt Of

like a ferret
in a healing
scar.
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
In the Village you get the tang of dead pennies and vinyl
spinning on your Bourbon tongue
and everything’s ***** Roscoe with the jump kids
on Broad Street and the Blacks
polishing rimshots off of stars they can’t see.
Hubcaps vanish like wallets at a crosswalk-
and the rain smells like iron
binging Detroit with fume Kabuki
as falafels alight upon the caverns of asphalt
like a flock of agnostic Finch
migrating to the Temple
of your Migraine.

She’s gone now and nothing can stop you
from becoming a ghost, unless your letters
were never written on purpose
and your absence was the
Plan.

The Jungle is a
stainless steel fog
of Blown Cover
in a war on the
Senseless.

You can’t catch
a Breath
without Catching
Hell
in the Bargain
with a Devil
You Know-

Will Leave.
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
While bending light over your knee
for the dark lesson of your self loathing-
you must stave off the bitter urge to annihilate
the precious gift of your heart
in the vice grip of thorn
balloons.
you must burn out
the treachery of lost hope
with a candle as small
as you thought
the world
but brighter
by a thousand
lost ones.

and be
loved.
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
When Fall was betrothed to Winter
Sleet fell like hard rice at the wedding
of two constant reasons for campfires
and sharp stars in the crisp mountain glass
of night’s polished skies
above befuddled heads.
We were introduced to change
in a sprint to a freezing point to our Story-
where the air we claim is for the spoken word
that means the same things as “ I Love You “
when a snowflake lands on an ember
smouldering
with eyes.
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
All darkness is a cog
in a mechanical sun
that you built in your basement -
with your eyes closed.
and that’s why you can’t
have nice
things.
 Nov 2020
Third Eye Candy
when your breath is my breath i hardly notice
far too focused on the cadence of your camisole
heaving in synch with invisible me
thrumming with worlds of visible Life.
I surge in place. stunned and besotted.
shivering in a stillness so beloved
that an orbit stalls
for a kiss

As I hazard Joy.
 Nov 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
One of the bravest things you can do in life is to be yourself.
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