Good boy

My jests are lost on you, On your fur weaved with realism Like a tic it pinches, you scratch With a look of Chaplin   Now I have lost in you My humour and my interest Why don’t you just patch Your virtues with one sin   Sit! Good boy.   Advertisements

Not Tonight

Not tonight, I will write not now First the words will torment, Build in me like lava created By a to and fro motion; White warm lava that will leave Me with no choice but to release What is hidden in the folds of my Proverbial skirts in a flow Until then, good night, I will […]

oil & water

metal strings quiver, under your knowing fingers grazing on tightropes risking my oil heart to a great fall into the melancholic sea of your voice, refusing to sink immiscible fluids you and i like time and love never agreeing with one another never free for the other


Salmon shirt, slumped I-don’t-care like Behind semi frosted  Glass that reveals nor hides Whatever stands behind (or In front of it) like that Salmon sole shoe that faces Me, speaks of what its  Master can’t; Furrowed brows concentrating  In the seek section The pout secretively frosted — Intermittently I feel an affliction Neither hidden Nor revealed 


i carried myself unwillingly  to a new place where i  swore to myself things will be different; I will be un-me! it’s cumbersome to carry 104 lbs  of unwanted baggage that  no one misses nor loves, but i suppose me— Have you ever hung on to something you thought would become valuable one day, and you’ll be rich? Ah, but never […]

frivolous matters

that moment when words fail thoughts haunt me echo of voices in lonely nights gently taunt me I think of ways to stop breathing I explore every dark  corner leaving footprints on the  dusty floor; i mark each option with a cross, rejecting then just accepting I am a coward, there and here  life is […]

Catching The Tiger By The Toe

Wind, the catalyst in making the Waters (still & deep) gush and flow Waves and waves of…anger? (Relief?) Wasted lies the sand, on which once castles Were erected by persevering hands What a journey, that has no end, but just the Want to keep going on and on and on– Wayward emotions, be still precognitive […]


Why pillows do you roll off the bed? Was it something I did or said? To you all my love, tears, and cuddles I’ve fed Laying together with dreams that are dead Yet (like my lover) with feathers in your head You pulled away when you should’ve rolled on instead

Foreign Love

Words are like wind that At present keep your plane Afloat Propellers sucking away my Every dream, much like vampires; I sit among red bricks, stove like Baring my emotions to the chill Around Hoping that when your contraption Flies over my cadaver you’ll at least Wave Goodbye