The smell of egg
Offends you,
A cake is lemon sin.
Your thoughts collect
Yeast
And hankerings
And scatter nail clippings in
The wind.
The walk to the temple
Cuts your heels
Devotional scars sprout maps
What would they say if you
Hurried away, unwilling to roast the
Cumin?
Gandoo, he cusses at the
Newborn child
While grandma stirs his kanji
Your worlds they crash and spray
sweet gut,
the heart as free as
marmalade.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
‘…the heart as free as marmalade’ !!???
can i draw this? 🙂
“Your worlds they crash and spray sweet gut”
Great line!
errormsg!: Should you? 🙂
Anjali: Thanks. I can see it. Red and drippy.