3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018

Flypaper Wall (Ajay-Kumar) (Wk1)

Flypaper Wall

I wear the wall soul on my face,

For you to feel the strange drawling winds, dull jade mossrubbed edges,

Jets of varied fluids from their respective orifices; but you,

With human tendencies, see the eyes, seemingly open but veiled screened

chinkfilled with secrets.

There is an other side to me, if you look, taking a turn at the corner,

Cutting across Miss Latha's bonsai garden, there iam-

Awkwardly tucked- butt up- rearview sphinx but you will not look, you'll rather

keep staring at the shallow eyes- aquiline nose- hollow air- Buddha'z hairdo

And finally- the flower drooling mouth that, like a flypaper, catches

the velcro flowers riding the winds of your garden...

(The more intimate still grope the eyes which blink when you blink and wink when you look away)