Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

Virtuous or Vicious


No words,
no thoughts,
remained unkissed, unwed
by a shapeless white death.
Still under the spell,
I squatter before the moon,
peeling off, to receive
the ultimate.

I am trying,
to find the roots,
of unknown.
Breaking protocol, for a
moron liability, unclouding
the dark sky. It was homecoming
of a Michelangelo to repeat
the performance.

I want to write
a dirty poem

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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