day ONE THOUSAND and SIXTY FIVE

Street Fire

The heaped hellfire on the street
slowly reaches for the pennon;
even today two protesters make love
and the man ejaculates Molotov cocktails
into the woman; she stretches, yawns;
if a cabal, future coup wades inside her womb
it shows no sign; the day scorches outside;
adrenaline wet pavements go nowhere everywhere;
sun licks a curb hit by a driverless car;
one perambulator bounds down the unfinished stairs.
The crackles in the street ignite every breath.

--Kushal Poddar

Short bio-

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac's Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

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