The art of satireIn pursuance toIts fulcrum.The art of satireNoneBut the satirist knows,None but the satirist.Attacking, boxing, showing fists,Full of personal enmity, hatred, malice, vengeance,Jibe, slander, vehemenceOr rivalry brewing.
Unable to stand, unable to move?Who are, who are they who made you drunk and left you straying farOn the paths of life,Under the avenues and canopies of the open skiesWith the stars and the moon shining up aboveAnd you in the tipsy of yours,Moving and moving,Unable to support and unable to stand,Babbling in tipsy?In…
You drove,Drove them away,Turned,Turned outOf the house,SonJust for wine,Wine,Son.
The Face Divine,Huge and magnificentKali,Dark black, pitch dark,Nocturnal, supernatural and mythical,Mystical and spiritual,A face unimaginable,Never, never to be seen!Mother Kali, a clay model statue,Huge and shining,Shining and grand,Dark black, pitch dark,An image, a pictureSo primitive, prehistoric and aboriginal,Native, ethnographic and racial,But of the Creational Mother,The nightly reflection,The myths of darkness!A huge and magnificent Kali, in…
In the sweet dreams of mine.Dreamgirl, dreamgirl, an artist’s dream,When will she come, when will she the queen of my dreams?
IntoThe layersOf consciousnessAnd poetryComing to meAbnormally,The poetry ofAbnormal mind,Abnormal living.