deepundergroundpoetry.com

~the wretched state of a state..  & of it’s heartmindbodysoul

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
the tarred highways  
are gateways to hell
..garbages & sewage  
in a clogged stagnation  
on either stigmatic sides  
.. an obnoxious whirlpool  
 
this  
wretched nation  
 
buzzing more often  
with ominous sirens  
of ambulances in  
misfortune carriages  
of those dying.. haplessly  
accelerated to death  
in those obstinately  
stuck traffic congestion
that is shamelessly  
hungering  blood  
with it’s smoky choking  
hot pollution &  crowning  
blacks of inhumanity  
 
 
such roadside I
walk daily.. breathing  
in a mixed bag of  
locking in notions  
& weighing down  
emotions.. smelling unavoidably  
a stabbing riot of passing on  
smoggy blankets  
from charcoal-winged  
fires burning what? the  
cemented hard graveyard city’s  
faintly remnant hearts & feelings  
within,  ‘exorcising’  
their lighted soul core  
unto the blankness  
of an unknown  
blackhole somewhere  
up above the nebulous  
chaos that’s  
never ever even  
thought in their  
shrunken hollow  
heads..  to be  
in the sacred holiness  
of a floatative spacetime
holding all & nil..
 
 
& therein the sinfully  
staining greyey streets..
 also gathers in those  
mirage.. a marrying irony  
of a heavenly illusional garden..  
only to turn to see.. a fragrant  
tuberose wreath.. ahh, inhale  
deep for just a second… that  
instantly divorces sense  
to it’s unmasked permanence
.. a stinking blandness..  from it’s  
a wrapped over wreath.. over
this pitch black mortuary  
van.. waiting to swallow  
even more deathly  
silences & screams  
 
 
 
plasticised emptiness  
cages.. these soulless  
lethally hybridised humans  
roam everywhere aimlessly  
to .. abnormally bulging  
vegetative vessels .. as  
bloody ticking pests over  
the sapped out skeletal  
-the barren earthen  
skins.. it’s soul  
 
 
(h o p e f u l l y)  
 
 
yes, it’s soul  
droplets sucked unto  
the One Conscious  
black hole.. showering  
back as super conscious  
rains .. that which  
 
cleanses & returns back  
our lost souls.. back in  
place.. as a nomadic  
wild primeval beauty  
 
in a free forming  
primordial beginning  
.. a pureform  
nature . only  
 
 
that.  
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by summultima (uma)
Published | Edited 27th Jan 2025
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 130
Commenting Preference: 
The author has chosen not to accept comments.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 8:34pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:21pm by Viddax
POETRY
Today 8:15pm by Magdalena
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:55pm by 13
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:48pm by Mrd