Wednesday, December 17, 2008

 
TAX FREE
esspeecee… [?] Sept’95



Shabby, ragged man
-in front of me
In the running train.
.

Slavering stringy saliva
Dozy
By the kick of ethanol,
-and labor lag.

Shock absorbers
Worn out
Jolts and jerks
Unsteady he is…

Swung the body
Over a fat woman
Embittered, grimly
She
Changed seat.

After a vague look
At her:
Drunk remain
Indifferent, drowsing…

If I were
Like you…
Happier than me,
I ponder. Why?

His prolonged
Present-
Consumed by
Ethanol: ecstasy.

Future
Fused in ‘come-never’,
- dreams in even
For
Ethanol: ‘live-together’.

No fore head
Frowning,
Cipher is the: Mantra
Of his life…

Futile genteelish...
I envy-
Your lingering longing
For-
Tax and tension-free
Mindset of life.

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