satishverma

Father’s Day

Lashing out at invisible enemies
you focus on virtue test –

putting the ethics into incarceration,
when you ask to dip the hand

in boiling oil. Epiphany, a magnus
tells, gives a sensual arousal.

Without you I was fighting
graffiti on no-name lips.

The green eyes were watching. A
terse detergent suicide.O my

architect, what game you are playing
with a child who refuses to become a father.