Short Stapled Poems

My first love was called Sue Heather,
I thought I’d love her forever.
We kissed and came to grief:
With braces on her teeth,
She stapled my lips together....

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Come get me
      when
consciousness stopa
     its slaughter 

With my crusty crinkled works stapled  to
my chest i will read them to you nad allow 
that storm to come out of us...

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I grabbed the lion by his mane and slit open
the beast’s belly crawling inside,
I stapled his belly back.
I felt a rush of adrenaline,
For the day I was the king of the jungle…
The beast within me awaken!
...

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Tired is the shallow time
that keeps on ticking, with hands that climb.
Grasping on the beaded minute
and stapled to their winding arms.
Every hour keeps on passing
and yet this face just stays the same.
The gears inside are grinding ages,
how I wish there was a change......

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I'm just another player in this game
Left without control I feel no pain
Eyes stapled open to find the attached path
Slave forward and bite the led lash 
Stand still
Jump in the air
Get down 
Stay off the ground
Rules, guidelines
Follow no stay
Your crazy now sane
Eyes fade so does skin 
Now smoke this green 
I said ti do this crystal methamphetamine....

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The  other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.

I searched, therefore I was lost
before the end of journey.
The stench of grafting was taking over.

The incendiary recce was carried out
to shut out the voice of the street
in the melting snow.

Lake will find the woods for disquieting
sleep of muse under the blue-lipped moon,
and I will face my night.


Satish Verma...

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The  other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.

I searched, therefore I was lost
before the end of journey.
The stench of grafting was taking over.

The incendiary recce was carried out
to shut out the voice of the street
in the melting snow.

Lake will find the woods for disquieting
sleep of muse under the blue-lipped moon,
and I will face my night.


Satish Verma...

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