She trusts her reading of my horoscope
and predicts a comfortable future
even as I know my toothache
now means the fall of my teeth
and anal bleeding means sure surgery
my dying libido is as uncomfortable
as the dream of humans sleeping on the ceiling:
their flattened naked back amuses me
who knows who’ll fall first?
before I wake up I try to gauge the selvage
of restless lines, moon, saturn and venus
conspiring new challenges
for the quakes in my elements
it’s already May-end
and the bouts of bronchial allergy
tell of the cycle of incarceration:
her moving lips are no soporific
Ram Krishna Singh
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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