Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The exasperation of existence

The last leg of festivities
leaves
an indecipherable
warm lump of loss
Weddings
akin to funerals
yearns
the mournful cries of the conch
Excesses of ties
tripped on my
every weary step
Immersed in saccharine sweet
bitterness
of the familial
I pine
A slice of razor sharp bamboo
to severe
the invisible umbilical cord
To drown
the enigma of birth
screeching through
the latitude and longitude
of my being
at every rite-
tonsured
pierced
emptied
filled
stitched
burned
buried
At every rite-
the exasperation of existence
draw me closer
to a sharp depthless
edge of the razor
I will leave
a legacy
of the last feast
of existence

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