KIOSK

Greets no known faces
at the street-corner kiosk--
only folds of night


--R.K.SINGH

SILENCE

Streetlights die
with the onrush of rain--
walking to silence


--R.K.SINGH

SNAKES

Full of silt
the river overflows:
snakes under the waves


--R.K.SINGH

BREATH OF GOD

Seeks music in
love's masturbating keys
at his bed's foot
the breath of god lay forked
like a tongue of briars


--R.K.SINGH

MEDIOCRISY

Whatever the rut
they mate without the season
ejaculating
hatred from their mouths and stink--
their cum doesn't turn me on


--R.K.SINGH

LEFTOVER

After the tumble
buried between the sheets
leftover passion


--R.K.SINGH

LIGHTNING

The index finger
flickers across her nipples:
tremble of lightning


--R.K.SINGH