Lumbini

Come out of magnet lamps.

Let the drowning Igrids
Skeleton bend in ocean trains.

Leave the babies to fight
On the raining wet terrain.

Illuminate tired dark rooms,
These levitating magnet lamps
Offers consent to birth blinds.

Driving this boiling car
Over micro plastic ocean,
Hoisting a crimson red flower
We hear a swollen bell
And drown as if rotten vegetable.

Already twenty one drinks in
Tired feet, lungs,,
Entering magenta bathrooms.
Lights echoes over monks.

22 April 2019