Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 17 . . .
 

Birds love

     by Mangesh Naik



Cut into pieces and spread

over the thoughts,

trees can now be

carried inside the

head. Lovers no longer

need gardens as they move

into sex in

odd places with

bad names, cozy

under their own

trees. In excitement

their brains

resemble pink newborn

rats. Snakes on the

trees curled,

drool over

the brain plum.

The lovers break

under the pain.

If you happen to be

on top of the tree

you must have seen

how the

kiss ends in the

kid end of the body,

how the head tops scatter and

red fountains erupt.

Rat hisses, snake shades

skin. Who eats whom is

an argument no one

cares to win.

The trees look hungry,

ready to travel again inside

the thoughts. They sniff,

search the air,

but the lovers are

no longer there.










Mangesh Naik lives in Pune, India and works for a software giant while dabbling in poetry and paranormal research in his spare time. His non-fiction has appeared on various websites dedicated to occult research. Winner of the FANPOP human rights poetry contest in 2009-10, his work is forthcoming in Thieves Jargon.

© 2010 Mangesh Naik