Father feeds the birds gathered in the barn Though never seeing his hand Sparrow is told to thank him But it was her mother who flew into the sky And brought a penny to the nest. It is the same hand Sparrow is told to thank That provides the cat its dinner A repast out […]
So for now, I’m Switzerland
So for now, I’m Switzerland. Impartial to the artificial sweetener, Wrapped in alliance, Presented with value, With a taste so sweet, But clever to sidestep. Uninterested in swinging knifes, Seemingly inconsequential, Covertly hiding ulterior motives, An expression so simple, But sharp against skin. Independent to the watch’s demand Waiting for the next tick, Seldomly reality, […]
Little Porcelain Doll
A china doll Painted golden vanilla Etching out the black Acrylic blues Just trying to find new hues. She found God Sleepwalking Talking to herself Wiping the imaginary blood off her hands All these moods. She made a run from the unknown And clung to the life of Crowley. Heights unimaginable Emotionally entombed Roped in […]
The Bat & The Bird
The dark still nurses its secret. But the change in the bat is inevitable even in night skies. If she’s alive now, then she was dead before. Staying put bestowing to habit, Though, like a stone, unaffected. That wasn’t it. The bat slept. Masked upon black mildew, As angels wept over dead ice. Frozen […]
The Girl in the Crystal City
And she had a seemingly perfect life. A blonde beauty, A talented writer, A charming social life, A textbook boyfriend, A striking internship, A life in the Crystal City. But her car broke down today. It was a long time coming, Something with the actuators. And her boyfriend didn’t show last night. She […]
The Void
One Impediment of the initial schema, I am a condemn to your appeal. Two Impairments of the identification, I am a sadomasochistic fawn to your ego. Three Imperfections of the advocate, I am a fundamental to your ferocity No Impertinence of the sentiment, You are a pilot of my existential void
An Unfinished Love Letter
James Michener was wrong when he called Bora Bora the most beautiful island on Earth.People travel the French Polynesia, sail the South Pacific, adore the lagoon and barrier reef,But are yet to wake up next to you in solidarity,Just you,A tiny paradise. I don’t have to travel to the coast of Queensland to dive […]
Virus
You are too winter and I am rising.Lukewarm will not do,I bid adieu to our I do.You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.Snowstorms will not do,in this field of mildew.I rid this flu,It’s all I can do.
A Butterfly’s Compass
A Compass paces in a chameleon depth,deep in a struggling cocoon,where its North is mercurial,and its fixation evolving in each flash.Reborn in each coordinate,it lacks a magnetic field. The needle twists and heaves,astray by its own stunted growth. The Compass is yet lost, curious,Why so gloomy, Butterfly? Wasn’t this cocoon your obsession? The metamorphosis not […]
The Invitation
The spacious womb of enticementmilks a wide-eyed vessel,to creep into your veinslike a demon habitual to its possession. Floating through the bloodstream,salivating the summonses,to feed off the venom of temptation. Captivated in a moment,instigation begins again.
