Raj Dronamraju Poems

I don't want to see your face sweeping the floor
I know this will last until you get what you want
Once we get through with this period of unpleasantness, such a display of lights and noise
Senses drowned in a strobe light storm
...

There's no hidden meaning in the salutation
I call everyone "dear"
I'm always conscious of the possibility of unintended eyes viewing what we write to one another
You committed a gold mine to paper
...

Life was given some wine and put to bed
And then the rising chatter came between you and me and took you out of my arms
Time equals distance when you dug the creator illusion
...

I don't like how you pronounce my name
Speedy consonants contain disdain's hiss
You are like a distantly beautiful flower but I turn over a leaf and it's covered with nasty bugs
...

She took a hard fall
Running fast and didn't see the dead tree
Lying half-buried under leaves
...

The trees are not very happy
It's probably too cold for them
They should be wearing sweaters
They should probably be indoors drinking cocoa with friends
...

They said I ended him
He was not as tall as I remember
The memory was too impressed with reputation and bearing and is not reliable
...

Discounted drinks poured into weathered mouths
Weathered faces at the Red Eagle Cocktail Lounge
You can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting a Realtor or some other type of salesperson
...

You make me so mad
Words sputter and dissolve in the throat
Response locked up tight in full scale meltdown
...

Once I always said no
And punched the air
And resisted good advice
And couldn't figure anything out
...