Little big mouth

I want to write poetry

Like the masters write them

Supplicate thoughts for sounds 

And emotions for words

I want to write like I feel

Like when the bitch in me 

Finds a dog burrowing in the sand

Only the sand is not the coarse yellow soil 

It is the sky. 

And the dog is the lone moon

Howling like a wolf.

I want to howl at the stars 

Work my claws among the mountains

As if I too am a Kanchenjungha 

And chatter about my day 

With my little big mouth. 

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