Opaque Parts [ For Poet Allen Ginsberg ] Poem by Boudhayan Mukherjee

Chairs on tables, where you're sitting
A bulge on your trousers making you
Look foolish at the juncture of your thighs.
The TV upside down turned on
Showing cows grazing red grass blue sunflower
Without knowing the difference.
Garish paints peeling off the walls
To settle on the breeze, frozen light.
Hairs also peeling off your scalp
But you don't seem to mind as it seems stuntless.
Capital 'A'signifies'G'
Hoisted roots interchange with sulking flowers.
Glasses pop out from nose-bridge
Blood trembles inside your shoes, spleen shoots.
Cone is a cavity turned turtle inside your pants
You can hear marijuana, punks eating smell
Doors drinking air, mind sucking love, love-juices
You can see the shape of soul fruit-colored
The weight of bliss a leaf flying, dancing
Through opaque parts of a poem.