Square Poems Poem by Naveed Akram

Poems enter the area of squares,
The squares are computers of the circus,
But buttons melt in odd shapes,
As the family of the now returning
Machines enforce the hazards.

The poverty of poetry is immense,
Its floodlights make you despair,
As the fountain of yellow eyes
Erupts like volcanic lava of generations
Melting in the folds of humanity.

I have poets on the roll of the dice,
Flowers seem to be their mammals,
Trees are called dinosaurs and monsters
That drag into the sun on all fours,
Like the divine chase of robots in outer-lands.