"galli" poems
Personal memories that linger on the edge of forgiveness
Sit heavy on minds that are relentless
A silly blue dove that flies in the sky away
With a secret that saddens every one of us
A provision and a problem mixed all with transfusion
Beauty that detects its own solemnity
Tells itself it is ok.
Crashes against itself like some ancient book
Upon some ****** shelf
Yeah that date that made the mate feel an elation
Where the tiburons buried their 39 sons together in a mournful wake
Waking for all the wrong reasons in a house made of sticks and spots
That a dog had dropped all along the neighborhood parking lot
Bill mad hate always was so fuckin' late
Inspired to corrupt himself within the carnival fields
Of masked men marrying themselves to an image
Distorted with membership to clubs gated and wounded and founded
Again
In confusion
A literary agent with security cameras attached to the torsos
Told me
"There is always more so, especially in California"
Where the Ker-o Ker-o played
And the marmit sisters were made
Where the Galli fast paced listeners
And the Hager with her blisters
Where the streets curved all the way to the hot east west
A mixture of healing tonics along with the river bend erotics
Power penetrating the hot ***** grinder Simone belters
As ye who make me who I am
Am nothing without the sound of the universal plan
That universal mam a jam
That hippity hop madness clap
All along the corner stone littered in gritty gold
Mad love between the bad luck crew
Living a life they seemed they never believed to choose
A took that right hang along the way
As she took my left
And we walked around these naked river bends
Saying this a' thing and that
Ain't nothing but the blue mockery misfortune
When she comes around me house
Ain't nothing but the blue corn row corners
When she is a knockin' on my door
Ain't it true, ain't it true, ain't it true
I can't live with you
Nor
Can I live without you
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
Oreii mama....
Ayyababoyi ... navvesindirooo....
.
.
Nuvvante naakishtam, nee navvante naakishtam
Sachin ki thana straight drive antha na?
Na galli lo Farhaan ki thana leg spin antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
MF Husain ki thana modified cubist style antha na?
Zakir Hussain ki thana pakhawaj antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Shakespeare ki thana kalam antha na?
Math sir ki thana blackboard duster antha na?
Veetikante ekkuva,
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Amma pette goru muddha antha na?
Nanna cheyyi pattukoni nadipinche anthe na?
Veetikante ekkuva!!
Nuvvante naakishtam.
Oreii babai...
Siggu padthundiroo...
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC