inhuming the corpse of sanity in a field behind railway tracks

heatwave buzzes in the tall weeds, 
a dragonfly stuck within the bramble of lantana.

humm. 

in the pond, tendrils of hyacinth 
bend it’s fang inside the black polythene, 
inside industrial garbage and rotten fruits, 

the parrot’s mute sidelong gaze end at the empty railway tracks.

in the horizon.

and there you are sitting between the dingy woodroses, 
manufacturing a fresh sphere within your skull.

isolated from the moving world.

this is how you face reality. all alone less music and more abstraction.