The ache in my back
puts me on track
for a double dose
of rum and cognac
The pain in my feet
I'd like to delete
Pour me a double martini
stick of cherry zucchini
The throb in my head
makes me feel half-dead
I know this sounds risky
a liter, 90-proof whiskey
Thus fortified
no need for bromides
We're flying to Prague
make mine an eggnog
Categories:
bromides, drink, flying, giggle, travel,
Form: Couplet
Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.
I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.
The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.
Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.
Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
bromides, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: ABC
Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.
I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.
The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.
Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.
Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
bromides, art, black african american,
Form: ABC
Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.
I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.
The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.
Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.
Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
bromides, art, black african american,
Form: ABC