We guise it so f***in well <br />imbue it in our Isi Meyaki and Gray Flannel <br />the incredible lid of dialectic materialism, Marxism <br />nihilism, romanticism Gucci, Armani Burberry <br />keeps in place the septic cesspool that is distilled <br />on pews, under minarets even deathbed <br />I often wish that muck on our minds <br />one day gets projected on the nth x nth <br />screen of limitless indigo <br />and fill the sky, stars and all the inter stellar spaces <br />with that stifling stench <br /> <br />* Originally inspired by Indira’s poems on child abuse but made it to the PH when Helen held the mirror stiflingly close to my nose in “Sun Worshipper”- I saw myself and threw up<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lid/
