Rajeev Roark

blogs from Indore

Sodden
The cloud went kamikaze somewhere up there, She did not, down below, in here. A sheet of river, cut in millions, dropped, The facade on her well-honed cheeks did not. The paint peeled off the walled like scabs, Once pinned to its sodden stretch, she could not. The sky shed all it had within the ...
Posted on 4 June 2016 | 8:05 pm
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The World You Live In
A man died in the alley tonight. His whore called to identify him She could not remember his face But she knew it is him for sure By the shrivelled cock in her mouth. A priest delivered his last sermon. The kid who served the padre. Told his dad that he hated church. The ... Continue reading The Wor...
Posted on 2 June 2016 | 8:12 pm
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