Ingression

After tasting the homemade poison, the walls, start moving. The poppies are in bloom. I am not interested in morphine or codeine. A sago palm has come of age, preparing to put up the conical sex. A trust deficit will not know, the signature of veneer, of the gender. Something moves behind the bushes. I was already afraid of emptiness. After the violence, amputations and barrenness. The desert invades my bones. Cannot sleep with hands on my chest. Will you collect some runners ? I want to raise the grass for the sake of commanality. Satish Verma