Nine billion is not a number!
Nine billion is an index
Nine billion is not a code

The digit before ten opens
Before the bill sees zeros counted to before ten
Even daylight has no zero

Night has no zero

No part of time is called by zero
No part of beginning is called zero

The neonate addressed with a zero age
Had reached nine before birth
How did calculus not see it?

Nine billion is not a number
Nine billion is an estimate
Nine billion is a duration

Slide the door behind the woods
Locked with a smash and crash
Within the tenement lives the broods
Bespangled with a graffiti of honest rash

Petrichor caught the rush of air in my nostrils
As demeanor relieved haste from the bouncer
Nothing happened squarely with blazon tendrils
Rocking iron bird choreographing on sea blazer

Civil suicide sneaks out of the broken inside
Resigning the push and tear of table and chair
All but one sold the grit to spare the insight
Locked in the ****** lands eyes chose to stare

Holding the file and the thought feels like
Bending iron with bare hands, breeding
Hope with naked ******, licking nectar of night
Heist with a tongue rarely heard except in ruckus

Fights lured the olive branch into a truce
Leaving a track of the big bite on the source

Light was not bright, light was burlesque.

When I first read Dickens, a child asked for more
I read Orwell and found a sow walked on  
Two hinds and bore names meant for humans

Then, father gave me Austin to epitomise
I ransacked every page and on the first slice
Was sitting a truth with a global compromise

Where the child who asked for more stands
As the portrait of Lisa behind the want of a wife
How it started and how it civilised are not fancies

Eyes have been watching love
Heads have been thinking about love
Nose has been sniffing around love
Mouth has been chewing on love
Ears have been hearing of love

The food of love is not the food for thought
The fame of love is not the fury of secrets

Yet, eyes have not seen love
Ears have not heard love
Nose have not smelled love
Mouths have not kissed love
Heads have not calculated love

The gist of love is not the beast of love
The game of love is not the gate to love

Love has eyes not to see but to ignore
Love has ears not to hear but to eavesdrop
Love has nose not to sneeze but to breathe
Love has mouth not to eat but to caution
Love has head not to collate but to create

If love had a shape would it be a round hole or a square peg?

Today did not appear until dawn
It was not dawn until darkness was done

Nothing was done until eyes blinked
It was not an eye until sight winked

Now sight negotiates the bends it saw
It was not negotiation until the bond was raw

How did light in the morning booked itself hot
It was not booked until brains stormed the hut

They came to a halt when crows sounded raw
It was not a crow until  nocturnal melody crawled

When the morning was still an infant
Licking the dew in the coming off age
The mammaries of ivory elephants
Rode on the meridian of the cottage.
Caught off side in preliminary gates
The Prodigy of heads laid in the pristine
Caveat of affection deflected from fate
Contracted to throbs of effeminate winston

Hallowed dermis of never goddess splashed
Seduction from immaculate celibate rushed
Out of the venom of vermins ransacked
Without love license hidden by the sacked
Catwalking piece of art carved in the heart
Of the monument standing in ray of enthused cart