A Lie Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

Ether is scarce
I can bear it no longer.

Hurts Asoka and Christ alike
poisons Socrates.

Face-off is gratuitous
the world is dizzy and dicey
relations unsteady.

I soar in foreign eyes
to love a woman overtly
etiquette in no set up.

Slit apart existence
and along with it,
ties of love end.

Excruciating a void
ill-timed for a loving duo
in the share mart,
on the top talk high
of love blaze and patina,
none views and monitors.