The G-Force Poem by Sayantan Dutta

The G-Force

Rating: 5.0


I am beginning to sense the beginning of this.
What is this? This is like, you know, uh,
Well, it is the same motion that kicked off at the dawn,
Me moaning,
Water splashing rather noisily at my ears,
Haste and waste, yes a lot of it,
While an entire spasm of ecstasy being transferred seamlessly via organic sieves,
Five discordant rookies basking with their butts held high in lofty esteem
Dispensing with the degraded leftovers of last night's revelry,
Carefully guarding the enormous amount of yet another
Moment of privatized auspiciousness inherent in
Them Under a 'devil-only-knows' ignorant bliss,
Shying away from the inevitable pull of the Newtonian g,
Laughing out at serious mockery, mocking off the laughter,
Albeit not so serious but in any case you know this, don't you it is called what? !

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Abstract poem… ‘…While an entire spasm of ecstasy being transferred seamlessly via organic sieves, /Five discordant rookies basking with their butts held high in lofty esteem…’ Metaphor with ‘at odds’…rookies [? 5 primordial elements] behave such bizarre in lofty esteem…and poetically very apt… 10. Ms. Nivedita UK

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