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despair

come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets
come and see the shit in the streets

states of matter (for Scarlett Keeling)

GOA

Don't go gentle into that good sea

Inside the chapel
A shark awaits baptism


sea

No oceans in transoxiana
but your eyes tell me
what tides have ebbed

sunset and sunrise
asleep, like lovers
in a grain of sand

©Umar trivandrum

http://www.respectance.com/ScarlettKeeling

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kavya-

Rasa should fill the poet
like wine does a pot
unless pot with wine is brimming
the poet is but wasting ink.

Sometimes the poet is a broken pitcher
watering, till it leaks from the cracks,
taking a break once in a while
passing piss and something else.


©umar trivandrum
http://www.poemhunter.com/

Burying Faustus

Satan's morgue
Solar mustard
Love's chamber
Bitch Helen.

Surrender Mist
Prophet's snow
Republic of lust
Grammar of gain.

Sunday morn
water colour
River desert
Hitchcok mom.

You forgot
Thine apple
Search and rescue,
Antique Adam.

Million stars
Ravish Joyce
Even as termites venerate
Venereal Earth.

Jesus wept.

©Umar trivandrum

ka-mus

Mother is alive
Yesterday or today ,
I don't remember

©Umar trivandrum