Poetry

January 30, 2019 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Kushal Poddar

 

 

 

Because Frontiers Are Fogged

 

 

Several heads in their own rooms

come together, and ether conspires

to embody their thoughts. World explodes.

 

(Wake up! You have another nightmare.

Milk sits on the downstairs table.

In the thin call of the refrigerator

shadows pursue my heels. Wake up!

This a dream that does good- milk and honey).

 

The streets rip upwards when

the earth shakes. I follow a line

of red ants to find you and your safety.

Wake up! I scream. This a dream gone rogue.

 

(Honey! You turn and try sleeping once more.

At the gloaming the paperboy shall crow,

‘No news today!’

because time rained out from the clouds.

Hills are green. Hills are grey).

 

 

 

 

 

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Kushal Poddar

Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems”  (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project, New And Selected Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India).

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