gold rings born on my boy child, he came to this world pregnant with death. nilakanta
urumi for umbilical cord, this baby was born limbless into violence
this karuppu baby is just an image, just a fetish
I saw krishna in the parking lot with a blunt in his hand
my dark blue baby is sweating in sangam gold and ganja
ama was born with two braids strung around malligai poo
she said when she fucked the petals fell slowly
the astrologer told her "the stars said it too"
I saw krishna in the parking lot with a blunt in his hand
cheek bones like cher, white zombie
I caught myself sniggering with the aunties
my legs crossed under the table only letting my baby slip out
cradled by crumbled jaggery and red toenails this is how nilakanta was raised
I saw krishna in the parking lot with a blunt in his hand
this dark blue baby has found love under the tablecloth.
