I need a pill (or) when the modern man became submissive and roundabout depressed

I need a pill

To hush the belligerent math

That goes on ex-cathedra

Around the afterthought. 


I need the blanket

Of a smile

To cover up the wobbly tear

That overflows the bony corners

Of my wait. 


I need to paint

My friends’ gestures and postures

On the narrow pallette of a ticket

Out of here. 


As you see I don’t need much.

Just as such is.

Just is such.

Për të komentuar tek Peshku pa ujë, ju duhet të identifikoheni ose të regjistroheni (regjistrimi është falas).