Triple Purple Angels Trumpet Poem by Rafique Farooqi

my veiled desires pouring,
out of my veins,
and my mutant genes,
germinating in grooves,
of moist brick walls, of alley,
making stalks of weeds,
my four chambers,
of heart throwing my red,
and white cells out of windows,
there is breed of multiple,
disorders of personality,
a tornado of psychotropic pills, over-aggressive, cries,
of wisdom in darkened insanity,
roses crushed beneath,
feet of aggravated pains,
the angels' breathless in veins,
it is numbness, of sorrow,
suffocated, lull,
a rumble of judgement day,
the sun is coming down,
the winds are to blow-up,
everything,
coming from,
triple purple angel's trumpet