Author: Priyanka Kapoor
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G E R M I N A T I O N
Life becomes alien in my hands a sniffle a startled sneeze that pursues comicality in irony, ever so foreign in every repetition. A tree grew out of my ears, it was planted when I was small and my father had opened up my skull to look for a foul germination; something must have fell in…
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M I D A S A N D C O L L E G E B O O K S
Tyrant stains within the spaces of my fingers; If you will take a ship from my wrist to these, Astrologers will sing ‘no’ in a chorus for my market value was next to none and the production cost alone took a small library or a two. Turmeric thumb— snap like the summon of a magician,…
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TIME
The moment I was clothed in sheep-woolAnd put out to bah with crowded language,I strayed, I strayedI dug the graves the vultures had ploughedAnd made a song to amuseThe charade called joker-faced destiny Marx said you are too goodIn markets to run, all the stable boy paradesWe ran, we ranInspecting the pulps found in the…