By World Barnabas
at the uprooted strength
of mushy mussy feeder
lingering on the comic canopy
of debased and blunt serration
applauding breeze of patterned motion.
in the crystal solid tryst
magnetic enchantment of heart
coloured in thought of rainbow
xerox of kite on eagle’s wing
sprawling to lubricate the golden stone.
with the workers of narrow path
exploring the magnitude of alcove
riding bicycle in the bushy village
counting tallies of time in sweat
Sewing seriousness on mockery machine.
gazing costumey wizened alter ego
shapelessly dashing in abyss of scorn
chameleon on the rock of shadeless trail
mounting peacock in mirror of chick
hotcake in town, stale bread at home.
to see marketers in many cities
animasahuning across gate of currency
magnanimous mistress of merry mood
emeritus striker of dislocated loin
on the roadside and across the riverside.
at the melting candle on golden stand
at the friction of stiletto to slipper
at the ripe, decaying fruitless fruit
at the magical shrinking of eight to one
at the green morning racing to leafless night.
great thanks to faithful cup of wine
dutiful in splashing condensed milk
kudos to banana along Father Abraham’s street
punctual to growth, sharpened to rake
I laughed, I laughed, I laughed.