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Breaking The Rules
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Satish Verma Graveyard of stillbirths.
I am walking on severed legs.
She was pushed off a moving train.
Could not be raped.
No I don’t see any sickly aberration.
It was ossification of stunted intellect.
Who was desperate to exit the hazy
flesh? Peel off my skin. It is dirty.
You are becoming furniture. Drunk.
Immovable. The bed was moving.
Holding the breasts of mannequins
you walk down the stairs for a rejoinder.
After reading this
I am thinking like
Don't-punch-grandpa.
I like the idea of the mannequin
Helping me out if I need it.
But then it is in the middle of the night.
Oh well. What the hell
KS
Smilin
Kinda
Clarification
Don't-punch-grandpa is someone
On this site
And this poem struck me
As kinda funny.
But then I wasn't sure
He knows what I mean
KS