Short Accretion Poems

The accretion of a perfect squall
when claws were out-

scavenging novelties. A lewd
paranoia slains a farewell

in a trench. The chamber has
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell.

The combs did not straighten
the puff. The old man was very lonely.

I would stop hunting the stings
of a bare-chested moon.

I recuse myself from judging the paperboat
which wanted to cross the ocean.


Satish Verma...

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I want

intellectual stimulation
panorama and dilation
conversation with less trivia
mind food as criteria
discuss problems with reality
the fellowship of humanity
withering delusions
peeling paint illusions
unstifled liberality
fantasy and reality
decline of spirituality
semblances of sanity
birth of science and reason
solar accretion
the rocks beneath my feet
calcium in my teeth
brave and the meek
origins of my conceit
quantum and constants
unconscious nonsense...

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