National Poetry Month
By Accident
by Amit Majmudar
First she gave me the wound by accident.
Then the tourniquet she tied unwound by accident.
Your friend may want to start running.
I gave his scent to the hounds by accident.
Balloons on the mailbox, ambulance in the driveway.
Bobbing for apples I drowned by accident.
Did someone tell the devil we were building Eden?
Or did he slither on the grounds by accident?
I said some crazy things, but I swear, officer,
I burned her place down by accident.
Only surfaces interest me.
What depths I sound I sound by accident.
"What should we look for in a ghazal, Amit?"
Inevitabilities found by accident.
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by Amit Majmudar
First she gave me the wound by accident.
Then the tourniquet she tied unwound by accident.
Your friend may want to start running.
I gave his scent to the hounds by accident.
Balloons on the mailbox, ambulance in the driveway.
Bobbing for apples I drowned by accident.
Did someone tell the devil we were building Eden?
Or did he slither on the grounds by accident?
I said some crazy things, but I swear, officer,
I burned her place down by accident.
Only surfaces interest me.
What depths I sound I sound by accident.
"What should we look for in a ghazal, Amit?"
Inevitabilities found by accident.
This entry was originally posted at http://veleda-k.dreamwidth.org/323319.html. Please consider commenting there.