Nyctophilia Poem by Pinaki Dewan

under an illomened flyover
in the impregnated darkness
flimsiness shrieks a wine
emaciated genealogy of no love
you twist a song in your hair
he whistles a death in some
vagabond bottle empty of faith
of cliché stray birds of fortune
melting in the lambent geraniums
of madness of doused lament
there is a quiet misunderstanding
in saturation in the smeared
rotoscopic pock-marked crowd
shake up a dream in your sooty eyes
before the scotophobics rise
and the nifty wishing well dies