Afraid of the seething world within <br />I took pictures of my pulsing bagpipe <br />A white ghost with a tail in his neck <br />Watched the geometry of my heart <br />On the flatness of a luminous world <br />In this bath we are all naked and frothing <br />He with the cat's eyes had his own geometry <br />I co-swelled with him in creative pride <br />In our separate apostasies we fell prostate. <br />Everything fell in place except this joke <br />As love's summers passed for wintry nights <br />The joke is now on me prostate and falling <br />As I try to make pretty poetry out of it.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-to-make-poetry-from-a-joke/
