Midsummer Violence by Kushal Poddar

In the dream about a blonde

and a cafe coiled

on a cobblestone corner

 ..

he dreams about an unstable gun,

serpentine, wobbling, hissing in his hand,

only a press on its trigger making it hard,

stiff, quiet, warm.

 ..

In this dream red bougainvilleas

bloom over the clouds, and blood

on the street.

People screams to wake him up.

The muzzle of blast turns

towards his temple.