City Jam

 

 

A vein and an artery

of the AC machine

seats when flies the finch.

 

The hot wind your fortress

adds to the gully summer!

The dwarf houses! The secret

 

of owning the street tap

before others arrive!

The swings of the red pipe, blue pipe!

 

On the cornice gleam

the contraceptive pills

you threw away on the Mother’s Day night.

 

Far below, city grows

with tin shades, tanned boys

arrowing the venus of the dusk.

 

From the bay, a cyclone says,

” I’m inevitable.”

So are the finches. So are the finches

 

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

 

Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.

 

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems”  (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India)

 


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2 Responses to City Jam

  1. june luvisi says:

    Love the immediacy and truth of this … “and so are the finches.”

  2. Annie Brodrick says:

    Your poem has a ring of decision to it but also a nod to fate, ” I’m inevitable.”

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