The subtle divergence
between a tire’s puncture
and a detonation
is lost to this dusk’s flyers.
Sombre shrapnels of feathery creatures
explode from light’s tangerine volary.
I shiver in my safehouse –
perchance the drone of philosophers’ augur
about this world has found me.
Perchance sleep I no longer may achieve
without winning a Russian Roulette.
©2020 Kushal Poddar All rights reserved.
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)