KUSHAL PODDAR - POEMS

Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding 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)
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Docking Station Winter

​Holding the pieces of ice
between December teeth
wintertide wades inside.

I house the dock. I feel wet.
The pier gleams with cold sweat.
Demised flies burnt alive
underneath your playful eyes
swarm in my mouth as I

show winter where to hang its fog,
where to get a flesh to bite.
 

Bone Marrow

​I find my wife in my
mother's chamber, talking
to her framed photograph -
"They think topical minoxidel
can heal the hair loss."

Outside the chemo of sun
culls the weed population
albeit it cracks the land in the process.

At night we make love hard
on the bare floor that
muckrakes with our backbones
about the dissemination of heat.

Antibiotic

​On my wrist nothingness flies in
and clutches the roundness with
its tired hunger
(Whose skull is moon tonight?)
 
or its claws or whatever.
 
The street runs to one apothecary;
two nevermen carry
a conversation whose text is touched by quietus.
(Knife of a cloud dissects the sky.)
 
I step inside the odor of the antibiotic and sin.
To fix your waning aura I must become an assassin.