Went to the doctor for my sinus infection,
gave me a steroid shot with good intentions,
woke up today with a mustache and beard,
my voice an octave lower which I feared,
Am going to work soon with my new look,
wonder if they'll think I'm an incognito kook,
hopefully they'll accept my new hirsutism and voice,
because frankly I don't think they have much of a choice!!
2-10-17
Rains will not come to my land.
Bisexuality starts a **** walk.
Blackbucks were hungry.
The stray dogs were barking
at moon. Into the night goes
the snake without any truth.
Nearly over the scooped –
protection of virginity
against the dazzling hirsutism.
Lost fortune of the flaunted
Buddha. I have no legs
to bow down before the pale god.
This is the sex: there are
strawberries. Have a pick
of comets, bleeding.
Satish Verma
Eating fire, but entangled
in the cobwebs,
of becoming or not becoming
a child again ;
in the hollow of a maimed body
looking beyond the opaque
hirsutism
of lies.
Path leads to inward lake
where I will meet you
on the white beach.
And snap the waves.
Let the winds blow now
in reeds,
between cracked heels.
SATISH VERMA
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