Friday, June 14, 2013

A Theory of Mind


 
How dare you think I’m you!
After all I’ve done
to make it clear
that to appear
with all your filaments askew
the only possible prognosis
is catastrophe.

You’ll never last
with me.
But there you squat, you blot –
you vast assortment of insidious
proclivities aligned with hell –
imagining that you’ve
the barest chance to dwell

in my vicinity
in all your lurid lunacy
with cavalier impunity –
you dirty word
made flesh,
you flesh made lie!
Well, just you try.









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1 comment:

Radhamani Sarma said...

you dirty word
made flesh,
you flesh made lie!
Well, just you try.

How well you have depicted in a first person tone, the flimsy ,
insignificant flesh, cankerous devil.
Appreciate the '' theory''.