Workoholic Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Suspended all
Why so moron?
Just let the word sleep
For this time silent be
Waves run inward
Fronts are frozen
Some pins with big heads
Bark in the stable land
Sandy trees on rock
Rise to meet asteroid
All stupendous
Frail water jugs
Metal that flows
Tables never turned
Ground of mosses
Grey in run
funding the fountain's head
Brazil looks red
in the sea of junk
Work is alcohol
Alcoholic gap
Filled in roses
that smells of lark
Tops down and foils floor
Bend in the hair and
a last waking call
So all suspension
in hollow of work
Moron and mud
just this word