Short Saneness Poems

Placed In Orbit

Was very confused.
I was becoming poorer 
everyday. The depletion was complete.
Polymorphous ? Where do I find 
the affinity with saneness ? I 
wanted to quit now, 
drawing the faces of dead. 

Farce embers, 
in white fire. Climbing on a 
fence for a fatal jump after 
cavorting with drifting icicles
of blue eyes. Can you sleep-
walk in full moon ? I am 
ecstatic.White death has become my friend !


Satish Verma