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