It’s not for lack of intelligence
My inhibitor is on the fritz
A frontal lobe phenomena
I’m prone to gaffes and fits
My amygdalae are loaded
A hair trigger set to snap
Sometimes words escape me
Like rats outsmarting a trap
My eyes still see
as the retinae amassed
the glimpses of you dad
My heart still beats
As it doesn't believe your demise
And always pumps vibes of you dad
My mind still works
As the amygdalae in my brain
recalls the emotional memories of you dad
My lungs still breath
As pulmonary artery carries zephyr
and resonates with you dad
And my lifespan extends
Because my days echo your thoughts
And start living for you too dad
August 19 2021
take back your smile,
the fish has died in my hands ;
nowhere you have touched me
deep in the brutal corona of a black moon -
my sun spots were waning :
a hole in the wind, chased
adulthood of man for a frozen
infantile mutancy
something stopped you
to discover yourself in the rage:
what was it? I am refusing to believe
something between the unbuttoned
golden flesh of a mummy,
the old version dies hard, fear escapes
from amygdalae,
in mourning, comes the rainbow
of pain, the rain lashing on window
i am melting inside a cast
SATISH VERMA
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