My Dying Cockroaches Poem by Usman Hanif

the toothache of the dreams
fake surge in the real teeth
and the need of a toothpick
feels the thing stuck in them

finger seems the best weapon
to extricate it from the teeth
and while you feel them, you also see them
(hidden cameras in the head? ? ? what a dream)
a knot of hair like mousetache!
you pull them off...
comes out a half cockroach
with its set of feelers
stuck in the teeth...
and now you feel the crawling
of the hairy legs in the mouth
all their feelers stuck into the teeth
and the toothache is now disgust!

puke all the thing out!
the yellow worms are the puke
and the almond cake is missing
no grinded almonds!
one of the teeth is broken
and coming out are the feelers
as seen in the creeks
and when they were burnt
with the flame of match
and witnessing the flinching
of the cockroach...
all the same occuring
in my mouth!

now is there left anything...
to open the eyes upon!
the dreary eyes would never wish
to see these images saved on the retina!

deprived of hearing sweet lies,
when you start seeking these creatures
such things happen!
may even intimate you with them
by such absurd means...