Unruffled
Was I sane ?
Like poetry infiltrating,
when you were eating grass ?
And money was walking free.
The hollow eyes
had the moral authority
to expunge the fidelity from the
book. Are the blue needles
hurting you, I was asking moon ?
Moon’s stony eyes started
watering. Strangers in bed, the
trust had a different taste, another smell.
Words were loaded, they were
going to start beheading a tender song.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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