Richik Banerjee
I
lumps of molten meat flowing down the rust-eaten drains
it was pouring heavily with the skies opened up as if it needs insertion of some toy!
clit of the clouds were smeared with pulps of carbonated blood
their faces were covered with yeast bumps which leaked red wine
maybe, it’s dracula feeding on the cherries!
(the clouds are screaming for an operation
the skies are about to multiply into slithers)
II
lumps of molten meat flowing down the rust-eaten drains
the drains give shelter to rats and their familial groups
one rat is pregnant with a loose stomach, he spells Ghoria Moose!
his milks have been flattened by three boxers who share room no. 41B
the rats are carrying shaggy spines that creep out wisdom branches of ficus carica
(please forgive the rats
for they have sinned)
lumps of molten meat flowing down the rust-eaten drains
and
Rumpelstiltskin is planning to snatch away Ghoria Moose for a dime in the black market!