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Satish Verma A hidden self portrait
in a tar pit
I do not want to explore further.
Wind was making a big sound
the tarp blowing off,
I stand naked under the scortching sun.
A classless pain rises fiercely
I am careless about my height
amdist tall peaks.
Hypodermic, my little dachshund
holds the time in small paws
and plays with my stasis.
I loose my taste of salt on lips
charting between the tears
of infant fears.
It's been a while since I've
It's been a while since I've spent any time here. But it's refreshing to see, there are still some true poets here. I've got a few self portraits hidden in my own tar pit, that I'd rather not explore. I guess if you've been around enough, it's bound to be that way.
“I am careless about my height amidst tall peaks” - that is a lovely line.