Reality Addict Lines... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Reality Addict Lines...



The eyes laden with mushroom clouds
miss a silver or golden shaft
what arches across only a martial heart.

The minds clothed in only whitish fungi
grow little any flowers or fruits
maybe wait for a wrapper of moist moss.

Lotus eater quills vomit milky vomits
wearing wisdom apron of imagery plumes
and lick around a candyfloss of kiddy dreams.

A serenade in a personal soiree
adds little to daily tragedy
in which a soldier fights and may fall to black comedy.

Sunday, February 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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