poetry – Page 187 – elancharan gunasekaran

the concrete silence echoes across the spring landscape

of softcore sensations the drizzle that vanished within moments

violence is the name of this evening’s silence

spring noon feeling sorry for the lizard that fell from paradise

rewritten on a leaf vein the shadows clustered beneath the moonrock

dusk i flick without looking the dream from the clavicle

heartily satisfying games of death and demise oh what fun spring is turning out to be

a little lost but not to worry will be on track shortly

all that shimmers is not gold but glass cannons dismebowelling the vessels of mankind

a conspicuous scratch on the wall of the heart just deep enough