Venom
Blues, blues in the morning -
Drain away my sap.
Shadows of Serpentine darkness, creep up,
Along my limbs.
From their tips.
Seventh side of cubes
A peak moment, I want Those trees and leafy twigs poke inside As this light, which, now- Corrodes me slowly. My magic men on mossy wall Still play their transmigration But I’m bored! A peak moment, I unheard- A ‘Sylvia’ and her ‘Electra-oven’. I tried, to overcome- The simplest ‘KCN goldsmiths’ Parallel lines drawn on chirking bed, A taut rope among leafy whispers- ‘Maniacs or phobiacs?’- Question- But I’m getting- A peak moment, head- Nodding as an idiot-I felt absurd! Placed it on my front legs Like a cat, just to sleep- While thinking a mischief to commit. There are holes, always on sides Through one I thought a dog- Outside, wearing only freedom! This peak moment, I wish All outside collapse in a wild crash A devilish excitement, But, that too won’t work! I know, there’s a side opened-ever, An escape from cubes The seventh side Still unseen!
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