Twentieth Century Individual... Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

I am a 20th century individual looking for sex. The vortex did tie me down and the stand was straight in front of golden women. It was as if I was standing at the airport called paradise in purgatory. And the baggage that was to be claimed was from lost and found.
As the first bench er from class the golden women and their accent and suppleness was more than I could desire to confront. I was lost. Amid a great yard of haywire, yardsticks, stationary and hay.
Later the girl said...
If you want you could come on to my place.
I went...
By then I was somewhere else.