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In remembrance of a frog who unfortunately crossed paths with me many years ago. Art by Monica Medappa Kicking dirt. Torpid motion. Risen from an abyssal aestivation. A scheme drawn whilst licking her eyeball. Through the reeds she will crawl, Onto the lettuce leaf, leap a free-fall And then to…
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Brahmin Bunny
Originally posted on Arcadian Verses:
Art by Monica Medappa Stranded at sea, a rabbit of proud pedigree. A far cry from what used to be. Ousted by his crew for not fixing chicken stew. “Banish this useless shrew” “Pardon me I am no shrew! I am an Angora blue Eating flesh is vulgar so Greens…
Goodbye
Sailing through once pristine waters, now as black as tar. Toxins, the new Tzar Cadmium spheres and metals molten. Air so static, silence of nature, vitriolic. Beer cans and cigarette stubs, poystyrene and gasoline, plastic and condom, Man-made vermin, earth’s new emblem. Scores of opah and barracuda, floating dead from hypoxia. Some gasping, fervently searching.Continue reading “Goodbye”
Cinders
Midday drizzle Exploded to torrential ripples The air was brimming trouble When instead of ripples Down poured cinder people Faceless with eyes like flaring spirals Eyes that cascade you down to a timeless capsule It rained and rained of cinder people. Pelting down in thousands As townsfolk run rampant. Amidst the towering unknown, Clutching cellContinue reading “Cinders”
Mahayogi
45 years. He questions the meaning of life and existence. The answers he pursued. Long nights in libraries, hypotheses from Mahayogis. He travelled by foot to woodlands and cities.Sitting beside chai kiosks, overhearing techies conversing, people cursing, in gadgets immersing.Temporal urges they ingested.Every brick and wall, synthetic infested.The city and it’s eccentricities, the forest andContinue reading “Mahayogi”
Spectre
Spanning across a thousand yards, Across boulevards, circuit lines and bottle shards, Stands a spectacle, stoic and skeletal. For 800 years those pinnacles like needles, Awaits to spike a fallen angel… Perhaps on one of my nocturnal musings I might see an angel hanging On your pinnacle like a flag hoisted of white and goldContinue reading “Spectre”
Vain
I died and became a scarab beetle, reborn in Savannah’s torrid heat.Spinning dung, I’m on the look out for bigger obstacles.Spiders, wildebeests maybe even an African eagle?Spin, spin, spin. vision-360 degrees. Spin, spin, spin – a resting oryx Spin, Spin, SPIN! – centipedes curling on a mound spire At a distance, a rhino beetle. IContinue reading “Vain”
Visions
The blind man and the rooster.Walked miles and miles together.Offerings of corn by village folk they shared together.He sang to him and he clucked in acknowledgement.One night, the blind man slept intoxicated. The rooster pecked him in several places, unintended.At dawn, from every peck arose an eyeball. He could see it all!!Sky and land! FeetContinue reading “Visions”
Wolpertinger
There once was a creature, so chthonic, Sighted in the woods of Wyoming. A hybrid hare with pronghorn antlers, Names it had, Jackalope and Wolpertinger. With time it fostered many portmanteau, Even a love story between a hare and a roe. At La Bonte its head was a show, Herrick the hunter made a bitContinue reading “Wolpertinger”
Eugene…
Art by Monica Medappa Blue light hypnosis.Hopeless! Eugene’s world was a virtual closet. Gaping at the screen, in cyberspace she reigned supreme.The world outside was falling apart! the war! Benzene, Bromine, Ethene. Eugene! GET OUT!! I witness the transmutation! Cable queen! Nerve endings jutting out merging with machine wires. Her face a sanctum of multiplyingContinue reading “Eugene…”
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