A Poem Regarding Evil-Company

a poem regarding evil-company thus do learn to tolerate the blow of wings of the most inflammable flesh after the successful sacrifice of the student-hostel jumping into the peacock-foams how dangerously is changing the total travel-route of the nail-polish in the high tide of the coconut-kernel that conquers the world today the water-pigeon gets pain only by the flute made of palm-leaf can’t be written the pleasure-trip in boat of the injured-knee night-queen that is deposited heavily on the collar of the village-moonlight even-then the gramophone would be playing on even-then the courageous pheasant would proceed further to throw towards the squirrel a dinner-sleep then all the daughters in disguise of birds certainly may come out from within the salted mosquito-net burning open-ground in their eyes even after the small boats of the fig leaves would slip from the chorus song of the roses then they are to be pulled forward to the river-bed of the late afternoon to make them understand again that such Xerox-centre which can ignore its metallic-birth does not grow even now on either side of this muddy road so look at to see how the epenthesis of the screwpine-leaf withdraws her beak from the old dome and pours all new mathematics into the compact-disc stitched with the back of the sea-tortoise if that’s not real how in the left and right such evil-company of the oxygen would creep if the next part of this commentary resumes from the umbilicus cavity of the x-mass would the blood-sugar of the water-plankton be rising continuously look there again the feather of colour that is in her adolescence touches the cold magnet of her gamut to disperse the cherry orchards now if the doors of this brown triangle be got open you can see on the screen one by one the projection of the apex-points of the red-palash and in the night-texture of the kathakali-kathak they are supplying continuously small sun-shines in poly-packs