Bombers In The North Korean Sky by Kushal Poddar

You rubbed off a name from my wall.
I strip a tissue from your brain.

Today rain mocks time’s movement.
Sleep mocks coma.

Here I scratch a street.
There your Bible salesman seeks a door.

North of all music,
cold, my umbrella huddles with yours and listens

to a dying jazzman’s cigarette-hand.
You remove blue from my song.

I operate on the rest of the notes.
Sleep hiccups- good day,

and we dream- every soldier sings.
Every singer battles within.

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5 thoughts on “Bombers In The North Korean Sky by Kushal Poddar

  1. listens to a dying jazzmans cigarettes hand. You remove blue from my song.
    Just one of many excellent lines. Love this one, Kushal ~ ❤

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  2. Pingback: Bombers In The North Korean Sky by Kushal Poddar | poetry from the frontera

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