"Hello, from netherneath of ancient

space-time, I am Greek gods

& angular genes," says germ

manure cooked with sure

millennia. A relativist calls it

lowbrow Monday history,

zapped out of dog-eared blank page's

beginning where a bee honey-buzzes.

.

A dog pants July secretively

under a desk, closed eyes

like a worried pacifist prize-

fighting a bone in an arm wrestle.

Asses shift & sniff on seats

in jelly-heat fanned by three blades

going 3 grunts/a spin. Hush-

hush vulgar nouns, verbified

& airborne, eartug sweeter than

a droning as alive as Mughals.

.

A tubelight burns the cobwebs

into existence. Water cooler shakes

cooly & sweats ropes in its

algae-shamed pocket missing

the bottle by a dribble

& a closed cap. Faces made

of same starswirl crave

a cough of same dust settling

forever & never until they weigh

something down with them.

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