( written on a visit to my father's friend post his bypass surgery )
with the amount of social distancing
we might as well be wearing masks
like blindfolds / bodies so close that
having goose bumps is to touch // a
snake of garbage slithers behind an
asbestos veil / written on a wall
[ here lies your mother, john 19:27]
to ward off, I assume, the spitters the
pissers & the billstickers // a pajero
parked in a makeshift cowshed / a
cricket academy & a brick factory
are on the same lane // a brick in the
wall has chalk lines for stumps / one
tip one hand out / gully cricket rules
my memories // we reach his house
his fingers bloated / his toes swollen
a gash on each leg from where the vein
was taken for the heart / a slash gaping
from his chest like a blood congealed
zipper / talk about onion prices & the
corrupt govt / sip filter coffee // genesis
on every street because children are
always making worlds before the world
not theirs pulls them onto the gravity
of conveyor belts / one tip one hand
out // a dog barks a sudden bark the
dog from porlock barks with a sudden
bark the poem out of my mind // now
to gather all my poetry you must pass
through everything I have passed / I
doubt anyone can but we might just
homecome as we try to / come, come
~Ajay
14/11/2020
