Night was drowsy and opiated,
Hollow moon suspended,exfoliated
Over the spiraled staircases,
Blood drips chaotic from anemic faces.
I can hear the dismal cacophony..
Girls, gaunt cheeks, bones scrawny
wobbling in perpetual hysteria,
Clock of apocalypse ticks, Mamma mia!
Life is a kaleidoscope made
By a magician and it is said
That he knows the secret of death
Like me, you and Sylvia Plath.
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RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
09/16/2017
Categories:
opiated, allegory, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Late night
I am awake
3:30 AM
knows all my secrets
Perhaps insomnia
is a refuge
my oasis
I suffer darkly
within my refuge
Daybreak hours
onward creep
shred of sleep
all but wavers
in the spirit wind
Tonight beautiful
beckoning bed
did not promise
opiated dreams
only pillow thoughts...
Categories:
opiated, dark,
Form: Free verse
Looking for it, you will see my eyes against the blackness of the skies
And trembling at my thundering heart before the lightning of truth
Can flash upon the reality of self-admittance. Cumulus warning flies
In the opiated forums of political earthquakes seeking now to uproot
The news of our togetherness, I get no tea party invitation for this
Is only a camouflage for the old hate of southern servants transformed
Into new citizens; and yet I alert to my potential demise, find bliss
Loving you back as strongly as you hate, that God's image undeformed
In me, should show the sort of man that was origin too, and again
May be ... if we in the storm can hold hands and sing aloud in the rain.
Categories:
opiated, black african american, nature,
Form: Verse