The Baseball Bats Swim In Along With The Sperms


Dream and nightmare

on the bed together

conceiving me while I

stay awake knowing-

all these shape the whole thing-


this tight house whose pane

opens to the violence in the street,

my father selling chill pills

somewhere to the nightfall minds.


Open the window,

see- my shadow leaps on the roof of a car

parked there to be vandalized by us,

bored kids, and our relief comes

in the shape of baseball bats.

Our relief is electric.


See- my shadow

instead of shattering the windscreen

lies there, on the sun-hot roof, supine,

and this is the dream part,


perhaps threaded in my DNA by my mother

while drunk, while blue, while caring

about nothing but to go through

my father’s stack of those pills.





Kushal Poddar
Illustration Rupert Loydell


Short bio-

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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