The Pus

Jyoti Mugalikar

Gambled at a confused stumbling of feign


To coronate the mobbed city of a tear seed


Frosting over the satin soil of disdain


Crippled at knees, the valiant pauses breed



Stalked at a hushed orchard’s lingering swim


Merges a halted walk of crystal rain


A solitary monk’s memory clot,as if


Ripened at a scar’s muddled lens



To soil the soil of an urban feast


Weeding ‘but’ from a plural silence


Clouded over the collars of a smile’s east


Scalping the rust of an integral dawn earn



Like a truant need perniciously thorned


From the stains of a vocoid pinch


Mutating the gallop of a nibbling eyespan


Poaching the smell of death dyed hunch



An alien shade on the desert crayon of ash


Embossed articulately like a molten gold sore


Or camphoring with the aural breath spin


As a dolphin curve on a froth shore.





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