a piece of brain on the blue road

a human died on the street 

a part of what was his body

that escaped the cover up by a blue police tarpaulin

trembled with the last fibre of his life

suddenly exposed to our alien eyes ..

jim morrison's indian ghosts crowd my egg shell mind

 

a drop of blood splatters on the windshield of the universe 

death makes all our meticulous transactions blank

post dated cheques rain from a hostile sky

it is there, waiting

waiting with the patience of a scarecrow

at our world's end..

surely, still and unsmiling

Reviews

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. this is heart-breaking ... death is frightening ...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

vivid~ deeply affecting poetic~