once upon a time when all the poems rhymed there was a porridge called normal for breakfast folks imbibed as poets verses scribed and days unfolded generally quite formal by lunch there was a yearning but at jobs the folks were earning the cash they…

Waiting for fall for those golden leaves Watching the sky for the autumn rains Imagining the day for it seems far Dreaming of colors only fall promises us Hoping it lasts longer each year new Praying for fall for those cooler days Waiting for autumn…

Featherlight touches across oiled skin Candlelight, conversation and love songs Sexy come-on’s and come-hither games The give and take society demands Lovers play to get ahead One with the other and both together Do ‘naught but raise my ire and temper It is not a…

Touch me till I get melted, Hold me till I get vanished, There is no other home, Other than your warmth…   Hold me till I get vanished, Heaven will find me. Other than your warmth, No life is found,   Heaven will find me,…

When everything seems hopeless and fraught in great despair And you’re left with much to question with life crumbling everywhere You may be left to ponder, as you question where to turn O’er that sacred place of solace, where you’ll find that peace you yearn…

“Come home” my dad told me It wasn’t a request, it was a command Within an hour, I was at home Don’t think this would’ve been possible before “Take care of mum while I’m away” He said as he packed his bags He was going…

Life streamed in a rectangle Farm Shrine Village square Home Until… the slave trade came   Life shrunk into a triangle Office Worship Home Until…the virus came   The virus came It locked us down It masked our collective breaths We walk the earth like…

Common sense isn’t rare a foundation made of sand the ship rose from the bottom I’m living mouth to hand Everyone went crazy pretending they were sane to me it’s not a tragedy if I only had a brain Everywhere there’s people tripping I got…

Letters. Words. Numbers and images Not enough I need Worlds. Creatures. Powers and silences A new feeling A new definition A new poem You and me

drowns his worries in a bathtub, compartmentalizing and filling each thought into a bottle to pour out shot by shot another day one at a time or too many at once till he is drunk on the confusion swimming in what overwhelmed feels like there…