I Know Me
It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain.
The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.
The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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