Like a mentor
teaching
His son to breathe.
The girl would not
Uncover her sheath.
You lost me, when
You said you had me
Going, when the last
Thing I want to be
Is annoying.
One building is
bigger
Than the other in
size.
The bigger the
thicker
Are their faces
disguised.
The chimneys allow
the
Smoke to go through
holes.
Every city has a
place
To blow off, a whore.
A limerick, a dark
comedy
Suspends the air in
Unseen algae, no peering eyes
Parked in the lobby.
We are alone,
Let’s make love.
-- Mohan



