## How the wedding day, had two shifts, We danced in both. In the dayshift To a Christina Perri number, That, the first and only dance, And the other, to the silence of The night. The little we knew, about The dance moves, the choreography, And still we did something That night. How when we were small, We ...
We don’t do unto others What they do unto us. We thieve others’ destinies, Locking them inside, door-less cells. We are the avengers; the raw Smile of deception, a Judas’s kiss, and the Sedimentary shoulder that briefs But doesn’t sink. There lies only a merger, Between treachery and thievery, The craft of a frenemy, is to, Both, rub some ...
###### The hoot of an owl, the eerie night, Draped in darkness, the forlorn skies, Only a chalice, keeping the dreamer interested. How through a crack in a pupil, We let in pint-size light, like how one crack is enough, To let in a lone firefly into a house. How the night is a sentence, in circadian balance. How ...
## From Botany bay, to A business called Botanik, To the Botanical prints That fall off life size models, We hear the whispers of The dryads, those that occupy Trees, as guardian angels. We water the roots, and add fertilizer. We are gardeners of an orchard, The “shoot and root” beauties That sequester carbon, To erase our wasteful footprints. ...
I guess there are too many of us, Like prawns in the ocean. Every prawn has something to give, Not just a little curved body. The crust is the skin deep, But we are deeper, than a water well, The roped buckets we send, Down the lexicon well. We are all crustaceans selling our crusts, Dreaming of the hour, ...
We thump our feet in anger When fate swindles us. We thump our knees, in anguish When agony is absolved of beauty. We thump our buttock cheeks On seats listening to those, Whose flirtation with glory, is a crown, that fits, And a shoesize that gets bigger by the day. We thump our palms, calling it applause, When we ...
### The typewriter and the scroll, The head of a letter, The little words that spring From a source, how they arrange Themselves in the lexicon well Letting only a pail fill, in sequence. How the mind unscrambles The knots, the paper goes Down a notch, the deafening silence, The knocking letter heads, The bell ringing at a line’s ...
Those inside detention, Are Gods way of saying, rebels Are the vinegar of the present, And the sugar of the future, How we change our textures, Viscosities, and consistencies, How the will and the wit, when Blended together, brings home The bacon. How you graduate From a piggy bank to a million dollars In your savings account. It only ...
How graduation in education, Is going up a scale, while in love, it is A staircase down a dungeon, From first base curiosity, To second base fumbles, To third base in the backseat Of a car, while fourth base awaits With palm prints and talon marks. While an advertisement with Kim Kardashian, comes on a TV, Inside a gay ...
The greatest danger the world, Has on saturation point, Is not to touch upon the Gift of all gifts, the democracy Of our hearts to unite in palm, extend an olive leaf, To address what makes our circumstances Different. The darkest midnight, Is not to, put into practice, the greatest Virtue we have in our midst, To veto the ...
The greatest danger the world, Has on saturation point, Is not to touch upon the Gift of all gifts, the democracy Of our hearts to unite in palm, extend an olive leaf, To address what makes our circumstances Different. The darkest midnight, Is not to, put into practice, the greatest Virtue we have in our midst, To veto the ...
I’m brown, as the useless fungi Creeping out of a log, that Has been there, like a boulder In the middle of the prairie, So are the sepia prints that are Closest to our color, that too brown; Filthy, dirty, squalid, brown. The descendants of the industrious Indian from Bihar, or the Ugandan Man who absconded before Idi-Amin came ...
I’m brown, as the useless fungi Creeping out of a log, that Has been there, like a boulder In the middle of the prairie, So are the sepia prints that are Closest to our color, that too brown; Filthy, dirty, squalid, brown. The descendants of the industrious Indian from Bihar, or the Ugandan Man who absconded before Idi-Amin came ...
A drug, a notorious one at it. The offenders lazy, easy, catapulting, The smiles, pretense, while They find a reason to look Not through a kaleidoscope. How a King had a dream, that played Out on a chessboard. How the earliest one, Kunta Kinte, belonged to the Mandinka tribe. Black men, afro or cornrows, tall or short They are ...
A drug, a notorious one at it. The offenders lazy, easy, catapulting, The smiles, pretense, while They find a reason to look Not through a kaleidoscope. How a King had a dream, that played Out on a chessboard. How the earliest one, Kunta Kinte, belonged to the Mandinka tribe. Black men, afro or cornrows, tall or short They are ...
We are not just bonded By the commonality of our genes Or the connections of our Food webs, or the ecologies we share, We are too, practitioners of a stock Called the human touch, That is telekinetic, it moves Mountains, and allows glaciers to move, That too a form of global warming, That too, a form of evolution. We ...
We are not just bonded By the commonality of our genes Or the connections of our Food webs, or the ecologies we share, We are too, practitioners of a stock Called the human touch, That is telekinetic, it moves Mountains, and allows glaciers to move, That too a form of global warming, That too, a form of evolution. We ...
The broke man pockets a lottery, Every time, dawn rises, with an orb of fire, Aurora’s surprise, light’s epiphany, Crossing a crack in a curtain, How the crow is now cawing, On an electricity line. Ominous you could say. While the magpie and the myena, search for seeds Like I am, tiny seeds to renew my lease of life, ...
The broke man pockets a lottery, Every time, dawn rises, with an orb of fire, Aurora’s surprise, light’s epiphany, Crossing a crack in a curtain, How the crow is now cawing, On an electricity line. Ominous you could say. While the magpie and the myena, search for seeds Like I am, tiny seeds to renew my lease of life, ...
I say jeez, and let my teeth Break the extra crispy bacon. How heaven is it, the blend Of pig flesh and fat, on a frying pan. Perhaps I should have said, sweet Jesus, How taste is an epiphany, Like love or lust, a sudden realization That something is turning gold. How genius, for man to invent bacon, Thin ...
