Past five!

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Past five
we die
we huddle at a gurgling tea pot
and hover around for signs of life
none, someone says
and we sip in unison
crib crib and crib some more
the yolk of the dress,
the tale of the male
the bitch in retort and
her new consort,
more sips of the soup
when we emerge from the coup
none is wiser still
yet the huddle is more like a cuddle
in a cup!
past five

Comments

Sally said…
very good. would love to sit past five and see u churn some more poetry
March 31, 2011 at 4:02 AM
Sabarmati View said…
i love this one.. for me, it's past 4... but time is just a fancy of the clock.. And I love the new look.. it's complete chutpahh.. keep writing
June 14, 2011 at 9:57 PM
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