Casual Crops Poem by Rubel das raj

your octopus eye
never see one glass of wine on my eye....
never see a big moon in to a sweeming pool there...
A gang of young boy are shouting, screaming
fighting with their sexy body..
playing with water in beach at every night,
broke the glass in bed for one satisfied..
For one practical game of holy habit.
your jelly lips never knows
what my hidden crops and
what my Jesus nose?
your silky clothe
does not have a beautiful world
like my small underwear gold...
does not have windup spring
like my wet bad in every morning..
your lobster style of spider hand..
never knows what is my breathing reasons
What is starting and what is end.