The Dot Poem (I Am The King Of The Universe) - Poem by saranyan bee
Can of fruit ball on my lip.
I slip into the gorge of cricket buzz.
Echo howls back.
Hear wolves of destiny.
When span of life is like cocktail smeared on bar table.
Last wishes, simple.
Like the echo.
Mere few seconds, time enough.
Could wish anything I want.
I want to be the king of Universe.
The can of beverage ahead, two feet below.
A dropp from the can falls apart.
Motion motions tandem motion.
Objects, in eternal silence of emotion.
Void speaks better decibels.
Devils’ throat drowns my voice.
Whiz drums my tympanums, hurts.
My palms, cups of lobes.
Like thimble in festivity, tin discovers earth.
A crevice near the change-room, find.
Garbage with a cuss.
Drop bears no traces.
I guess a salmon tastes it.
Spits like toxic.
Things meet reality with dignity.
Souls bitten by fright, swoon.
I exist not for some time.
My soul fails me.
Like a house floating down the river.
My parts in malevolent trolls.
I love not.
Say, shall make one’s own.
I have no house now.
But I am.
Earth is as beautiful.
Crow is black.
Palace so big.
I am the king of the Universe.
Saranyan BV © February 2003
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