Not for the Birds

Magpie, be silent and listen— 

How many times 

Have you not heard this one? 

Doubt before Dawn

Whether it’s rime or thistledown 

Along this roadway, we’ll know 

As soon as the sun shows us 

Its face and the fog lifts— 

Let us rise to the occasion 

And be on our way. 

Assayer

Appraising his folly 

His universe to see, 

He wonders why 

His sight’s been affected— 

Two black holes his eyes, 

Don’t you see? 

Taken to the Cleaners

Incredulous, love— 

I can’t believe how

You took the shirt off 

My back or why 

I’m still waiting for you

To give it back, incredibly

Laundered, immaculate, white. 

NB: Please read this poem by Aditya Bahl

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Okay, all you earthy worms, let’s hit it— 

With a one and a two and a three 

Cornucopia! 

In every nook and cranny 

Of our fertile little acre— 

No need to blow your horn to see— 

Bushels of rotten apples falling, 

The likes of you and me. 

Cult Following

I can’t help myself— 

That thing’s after me 

So bad I want 

To watch it 

Kill me again. 

Dead Souls

Know this: If the wind that blows through 

The cypresses at night won’t let you sleep, 

There’s still hope for you.