Some Profanity

Satish Verma

Smearing an uncut― 
and whole moon on the forehead 
of night― 

the crazy wind starts 
turning back the clowns. 
Tonight the kitchen would be shut down. 

Somebody had climbed 
the heaven for a joke, and 
became a monster. 

Beyond the bread and 
milk, lies the cow dead. My 
soul cries, who will― 
jump on the moon? 

The end opens a distant― 
black water lake.