The absence of copula,
black and white to and fro,
Pidgins broke the rules.
Yu spik a long tang,
ol rul mas stop, Braddah.
Into colonial subjugation,
Pidgin has no future, stalemate.
Falls under freedom of slavery,
let's have an interracial,
the bukkake of licentia poetica.
Categories:
copula, freedom, tribute,
Form: Etheree
In transit of soul,
when you were under siege,
you got a new number for afterlife
wearing a white robe-
and could see right through
your past picking up the
lips from the despair
of ancient dream.
Will you catch the honeydew
dripping from the eternal tree
of life ? Have you seen night-
blooming flames gouging-
the intrigues from the black
walls ?There has been a deepening
sense of despair. The venus is
ready to unrobe in full glare of sun.
Satish Verma
Categories:
copula, art,
Form: ABC