The streets are swarming
with men of the muck,
and their hideous fashions.


Over-ornamented denims,
crotch hugging.
Sometime brightly colored tapered trousers
low waisted.


Discolored undergarments like family heirlooms,
teasing and toying,


Glossy hair
dirt sticking, gel coated
in quantities beyond expectations
in colors, fatal to imagine.


The streets are enraging shows.
These stinking models,
These slum dwellers.
I just love them.


About the author

Mayank Bisht

Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.