Pandering

satishverma

In a haunting trove -;
there was a synthetic insanity.
I asked the moon
to scan the chest.

Fever was rising.
You eject your eyes in a bowl
of silver to read the
lines of money.

A stark effect overwhelms
the spectrum, like the components
of a booty, to be digested
for deep flaws of society.

I should, if I could
rip open the zipped mouth
of black death to count the
teeth of shrunk questions.

After all it was democracy.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2015 23:53
  • Category: Nature
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  • Yorke

    An intriguing piece, an enjoyable read.



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