Creeping Dresses Poem by Satish Verma
Creeping Dresses
Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.
O my god, I am collecting years to become sage.....that's all about the preparations to a sage in this modern sophisticated world!
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