Tim’s Amnesia

Tim writes a stork down, the gulls,
and -‘I met a woman by the littoral line.
She played throwing with her dog, claimed,
“I hate everything except cats.”
I saw the waves revealed a skeleton.
Whose spirit did empty it there?

Perhaps these notes will
save Tim from the future.
His doctor shifts some pills.
Returning Tim scribes-

‘I saw a skeleton between two clouds,
and the spirit buried in the sand,
already mellowed by time.
Was it a woman’s?
I should burn the notes to save the past.’

The gulls whiten the sky grey a little.
Just a little.


You garroted me with my dream in your dream,
felt cheery in reverie; I, hoodwinked
led to the door carved out of faith and tossed
into the beyond, screamed, “You should manifest my death
to the bloody bees, and freedom should be
made available to them so they might
carry my sins on their wings for a flight
traversing the river Styx.

Behind on the gravel of your euphoria
impelled my head detached afresh in all its gory,
in all glory, and murmured to the ears beneath the dirt’s cowl.

Pop Pulls Me Out From My Mom’s Inside

Tim owns a house for the funerals,
no, a home,
and in this neighborhood, in all
neither the supply of death faces scarcity,

nor life,
not in our edifices, in the shanties
spills like entrails of God
who denies
himself from any foresight.

Tim owns us, and my pop works there,
smells of formaldehyde,
thinks him Jesus to make me hate them both.
Doesn’t every miracle
need a Judas?

Not life,
not death,
my secrets face the famine of lairs to retreat.

Kushal Poddar is the author of ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press) Author Page -amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet Twitter https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe