I Am Drunk On The Hemlock Poem by Satish Verma

I Am Drunk On The Hemlock



My lips are black,
I am drunk
on the hemlock, proferred by you –
my life. I am still in love with pain.

What not, the trial
tried to break my resistance.
I will walk on my hands
paraplegic legs lifting my eyes.

Why did you want me to fake a death.
She was my lover, my shadow
always walking along with me.

So, you did not authored the article
on my demise in ravines
watching the son eclipse?

Extinct, headless, corpse of a
thin warrior, obliquely refers
to the pygmy moonrise.

Grey plaques in white mind
like snakeroots, glittering
in dark gulleys of time!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 12 February 2008

Satish, the 2 collections you sent me in the mail arrived last week. I can't put them down! They are stunning & blowing me away. :) I will more than gladly post some in the forum, at your consent.. that is if they are sure to receive the respect & utter appreciation your poems so deserve (which may be a lot to ask) ...meh. xxbest care, keep on. i heart your words to an incredible degree. ~ susan jane

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