I

I

The westward turn took right
And I was in south
Is it dawn? Or am I asleep?

The clown shook his head,
And I laughed at the mirror,
Who is the clown?
Who am I?

The oceans took the roadways
And I was driving.
I changed my way,
And the water followed me.

Hallucinations wrote this poem,
And I gave the words.
Compelled to darkness,
Found my way.

The spree of craziness hazed all around
What I found? Is…
This madness is intelligent, So
Started selling passion.

I was bought up in innovation,
Known faces fucked me,
When repelled, Found them
Virgin. Left them.

The heavyweight boss, Found me
Under his desk. Ordered me,
“Give me a blowjob”. Gave him,

But he couldn’t fuck after that.

By:
Sagar Neel De
March 11, 2005
0100 hours