What did I seek to say and ask to stay….?:A poem 

Is this a cultivation of culture? Is this the clutter of cutlery and cooker? Is this the rip of rupture? Is this the utter of time’s daughter? Is this a river of whispers? Is this a cusp of shivers? Is this a fit of fevers? Is this a fault of fractures? Is this a gathering of grave diggers? A cricket of overs? A livery of livers? A movie of movers? A slap of silver slivers? A gift of givers? A hovel of hovers? A bevy of believers? A grove of grovellers? A revelry of ravers? A devilry of divers? A quiet of quivers? A destiny of deliverers? Didn’t I ask for the banishment of Prakash Saint Paul? Is he still slobbering and slithering at my wall? Does he want to morph and bloodsuck? I want him to dwarf and Get Fucked! Does he want to bodygrab? Just like Anthony Alb? All that freeze, get down on your knees! Didn’t I wish the fish to fish off! I cannot digest such dish! Ask for these woes and these foes, to get lost out of the universe’s doors! I am sneezing out the toxins and the excess glucose! I don’t want the moon anymores? It is not the answer to me, God and romancer. I don’t want any shitty scum in my nose! I don’t want to stump all my trumps! I want the laughter glitter and glows. Are these my beds of feathers? The crown of my creatures? Is this the gilt of golden floes? I want the pasture of the past age, like flowers in rows! I want a farther future age coming dancing on its toes! But not the age of the moon cast its rune to my doom!