hot Bombay afternoon
tar's melting in jocelyn's thums up lane
uncle feels I should've worn a cap
brave, even adventurous
Garamond moors, islands, castles, tunnels drilled
into souls
blyton's world of Brers, Goblins, Pixies
Gollywog
I read a biggie whilst jaundice,
or so the homeopath with big breasts thought
I devoured spiceless oilless chililess
Mung Khichoo and white sauce's
yellow week absence
Carlton Disa alive, lives near
1 rupee Eastman films in St Francis
Funky town played on
three small lights flicking
on Sony Panasonic
cream Disa household in IC colony
past Beef Butchery
Carlton hids the dog
that had bit him
before he went to Lonavala, a Catholic Priest
in making
three investigators had their hideout
we needed a club house too
i recruited ashwin, nelson
in the wild moors beyond Borivali...
green and yellow vast grasslands before the sea
It was wild and sky blue and
we even followed a few people
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