Wools of Reality

The sunlight penetrates
through the OCD-cleansed panes.
Those circumcised shafts
of the early autumn rays
wet my bed with Sandra Bullock facials.

A group of rebels takes over
the other side of the world.
Their guns face the sky, and
the bullets’ trajectories trace
some accidental nobodies.

I stare at the clouds gossiping
about the health of the rain
My brother’s girlfriend pops
some urgent sleeping pills this morning.

I call my brother who knows nothing
like me, ask if he will join for the breakfast.
No answers descend from his sky-room.

The wools of disjointed data
roams in the household.

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick  Victor

 
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India

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