Natural death licking aims
Now our bleach seasons heirs
And the pubis of public lore
Intrauterine spinning blue dream cream
Roils rushing a rock star’s semen searching
For golden lands of rum and sable ladies eyeing
Blown ear-drum truth percussive
Hand-grenade vibrator lipstick hash
Recall spinning reams in a hyperinflation
Of love overture blend ground night hues of whispers
Meaninglessness long snaking verbs of silence wilt low
Screw worm elect obscene emotive drooling apocalypses
Categories:
intrauterine, death, deep, evil, gothic,
Form: Free verse
The groundhog is about
his angelic business,
rescuing snow shadows
for his hedgerow shelter.
Winter babies are carried
in small wombs over stark ground.
They have eyes and mouths by now,
human paws.
The snuffle of a small rodent
awakens the unborn;
even my own inner child
opens its eyes, calls out once;
brown intrauterine eyes
glance my way.
Now a cold dawn blinks;
like a high-class stripper dawn
takes off long black gloves,
arrives in white thighs,
then remembers
she to
is a working mother.
Categories:
intrauterine, poetry,
Form: Free verse
One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement.
Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish.
The bottom dwelling
body double, wants a compensation
for jumping up to your lips.
Not impressed, in vitro
the black moon
heaps a silver spoon in your mouth.
The body preys on your soul.
Are you ready to take a dip
in the smoke coming out of the tunnel ?
The hard boiled tale
of intrauterine device, seals the
fear of life. there was no birth, no death.
Satish Verma
Categories:
intrauterine, art,
Form: ABC