My Tasteless Pipe Poem by Godwin Kavaarpuo

Drinking my magic potion
below my tragic wands
where I break free from my mortal bonds
there my destiny lies
Free as fairies
making rubies and bubbles

Lilies molten flowing,
and roses frighten glowing
Clouds melting roaring

My tasteless pipe sleeping smoking
relaxing, freezing, swinging
in the bottomless Tigris,
slapping choking
My saviour sleeping dreaming
darkness, my feet sweetly hissing
my end,
my end closely beeping

Stories painfully telling
bells angrily tolling
tears freely flowing
In shroud, aimlessly sleeping

Earth slowly falling
wailing gradually fading
my imaginary comrades timely hugging
I’m already there.