A ripple off the surface
Striking each ‘Sorry’ off the barricade
I see a New York hooker on the streets of Delhi
strutting, her yellow heels blazing in the night
Chase the elusive big cat through the wilderness.
Hush, now, I don’t want to see anymore wastage.
No more rhymes, no embellishments, no adjectives
You have to work to get It out
Pay attention, there is a silent tiresome boar
standing outside my door
He grunts and awakens me
Shoot him and
then report back to me.
I want it done Tonight.