BEGINNING of a DISSECTION

Drft...wud

The Street under the window sill
where dreams of mundane type ply
always busy !always shrill !
mostly moating ignorant bliss
on pebbles of Hüzün* & risque
bound to someplace of peace and still.

sometime it may dissect the unrest
into an aneurysm of pain and quest
that builds up to animal strength
of biting tyke on loosen leash.
or the irony in some broken faucet.

Till it xplods like some pent up dam
into a hemorrhage of verse
his poetry is now a butterfly
metamorphosed
beyond the grasp of forceps & sutures
adrift sm eternal note that is strum
his body,an inconsequential unknown
a corpse or might have been a broken harp
that played borrowed tune always astray
an unmindful whim when it did stay


N.B Hüzün*: melancholy.
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Dedicated to my deceased country bro
ANENDRA ISWARARI
his aortic dissection fascinates me
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