Like A Bad Lady Poem by Naveed Akram

Like that bad lady making rolling eyes
I stay even clear of snarling generals
And the clinic staff, who lumber by with yellow
Teeth that smell of old clothes.

I purse my mouth to be sure,
And my cheeks are swollen by the hits,
A nice trick has emerged from the ocean
And it is one I confess, one I trust.

The face I have in my possession rocks
The ship with glares and white light,
One foamy sea burdens the quest
Of my illusions and grandeur.

I want to be fixed on the green mountain,
It is square-faced with flaring noses
That entwine with the darkness of the night,
The sea has now abated.