When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bough;
And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now.

I don't like girls
have a phobia about their curls

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
it was no longer subtle

My love for this potation
has become an addiction
and no longer a mental transition

Body shaking
asking for more
sobriety scared me
it might be a bore  

Woke up
cuddling a bottle
.... no more
"at least I'll remember
this one" she says

she defected sometime in the late twenties
in her late twenties her life for one wild
twenty years after was a whirlwind
of unwashed hands her toes like ten grapes;
the Russian ballerina princess living in Paris
working at the Moulin Rouge as a singer;
she couldn't sing & the crowd loved it;
Degas said she sounded like a strangled canary;
so we called her oiseau étranglé

her backside bending over curling
like a ball in a space; as a throbbing
living heart she is the x factor
whipping her icy limbs through spacetime;
so slender she moves through time
moment by moment in the space of billions
of seconds; her quantum backside
is the ear of god's face & the fire
under us all; his daughter's feelings
tangentially colorful as poppy fields;
her garden-like flora crispy as bells

At Stake
I feel you around me all the time
You travel in me like my blood
I find you in my rhythm and rhyme
You take me like violent flood

Love is a blind force to take along
It is a pure passion to but flow
You are symphony of song in my soul
Which makes me to glow,to show

I am no more me it is but you
Who makes me enthralled to take
I want to be with you thru and thru
For you I can put all on stake

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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